The Islanders

People live on the island year round. It's true. They look like everyone else. For all you know they could be standing right next to you! Da-da-daaa!

Okay, but actually there is a Mackinac Island community behind the scenes. One of the best examples for this is the tiny, adorable school. You can find it by riding into town and head toward the library. Keep going until you find the sign and playground. Kids do live on the island. Really, it's just like any other town. They buy their groceries at Doud's, go to church at one of the churches, and hang at the 'stang.  (Fun fact alert; that is what they call going to the Mustang Bar. They literally call it hanging at the 'stang. That is awesome.) 

The children of Mackinac Island put together a little booklet of frequently asked questions. We have a couple copies at the House to show to guests. It is adorable. 

I also highly recommend that you check out the Mackinac Island Public Library. It's the cutest blue building at the very end of town and decorated with local artists.


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Elizabeth Findley

I'm not really in the professional mood to write a real bio, so just use this as a sarcastic place holder. And, if, for any reason, I never get back to writing this, then...you know what...never mind. Eh. Ehhhhhhhh. I do web shtuff.

Seagulls!

There are a lot of seagulls on the island. Most of them will ignore you (so long as you don't tempt them with food). The best sightings can be found on less popular parts of the island, although the ones in town can be pretty comical. 

First off, the seagulls are as apathetic as teenagers. They also have no fear of humans or horses. I have seen a seagull cross a street with a bored expression-completely indifferent towards the several bikers that screeched to a stop.  Occasionally you will a seagull sitting in the water as boats are going by.  It's especially hilarious to watch them float on while waves big enough to swallow them come charging. I personally think they are saying something like, "Yep.  Same horse crap every day." 

Do be warned though. They are not pets. Do not try to play with them. That is a mistake my cousins so happily made. They threw bits of pizza crust out and gathered a giant crowd of hungry birds. To top it all off, they ran over and stuffed the last slice of pizza crust into my hoodie. I was not pleased. In my poor little 9 year old mind, they formed a vortex of death with caws that chilled me to the bone. (Later my sister just said they chased me around. I like my story better.) Don't be worried though-we haven't had any Hitchcock reenactments yet. 

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Elizabeth Findley

I'm not really in the professional mood to write a real bio, so just use this as a sarcastic place holder. And, if, for any reason, I never get back to writing this, then...you know what...never mind. Eh. Ehhhhhhhh. I do web shtuff.