An island of paradise exists in The Heartland in the guise of Mackinac Island. Located in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, sitting in Lake Michigan, this miniscule island is home to one of the treasures of our country: The Grand Hotel.
Opened in 1887, The Grand Hotel celebrates its 125th Anniversary this year. In a testament to war, economic decline, and prosperity, The Grand Hotel has never closed its doors since it first opened. An impromptu getaway at The Grand Hotel proved once again that she remains the embodiment of the Grande Dame of Hotels.
Having spent summers at our family cottage on Eagle Lake in southwestern Michigan, my affinity for Michigan and the Great Lakes in general has not waned. The Grand Hotel is a throwback to an age of refinement, culture, and fine dining. Like my summers of yore on Eagle Lake, The Grand Hotel is an experience unto itself. Each summer I long for at least a weekend on The Lake. We snatched up last-minute availability at The Grand Hotel; within days we commenced our seven and a half hour drive north to St. Ignace.
Not only is northern Michigan lush in its plethora of trees, but also in its mountainous terrain. The further north we traveled, the fewer and farther the towns in between. In order to reach St. Ignace, we had to cross the cathedral-like suspension bridge across the point where Lake Michigan and Lake Huron meet, thereby linking Mackinaw City with St. Ignace in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The five-mile Mackinac Bridge offers panoramic views of the two Great Lakes. For us, the mighty bridge acts as a prelude to one of our most beloved travel destinations: The Grand Hotel.
We parked the car, and caught Schepler’s ferry to Mackinac Island. As we ferried across to Mackinac Island, we gazed at the majestic bridge in all its beauty. Our long weekend getaway was off to a rousing start.
Ciao for now.