We waited for the ferry at the dock near our hotel |
We crossed to the island on a ferry like this one |
After lunch, Bob booked us on a carriage ride, something he's been wanting to do since way before our last visit to the island. My objections were predictable though unfounded: I was afraid the horses might be maltreated and I didn't want to be a party to animal abuse.
I was happy to be wrong in my assessment of the island's horses. In fact, the horses seem healthy and beautifully cared for. I loved the ride around the island, especially after we transferred carriages at the top of the hill and took a tour through Mackinac Island State Park.
All the horses on the island are owned by the same person and live in the same stable |
Bob's soon to be replaced right knee wasn't up to the challenge, so he held on to me for part of the perilous walk down the path. Fortunately we arrived without incident, despite a fit of the giggles about half way into the treacherous descent.
I enjoyed the carriage ride much more than I had ever expected, but Bob found it a little long, though not as long as he would have it we'd waited for another carriage to take us down the hill.