
Mackinac, the land of the lilacs and terrain of the great turtle, purposely moves at the placid pace of the past. Bicycles and horse-drawn carriages are its only conveyances. A host of small shops hugs Main Street like a handmade cable-knit sweater.
Mackinac, the land of the lilacs and terrain of the great turtle, purposely moves at the placid pace of the past. Bicycles and horse-drawn carriages are its only conveyances. A host of small shops hugs Main Street like a handmade cable-knit sweater.