I remember counting the mile markers from the backseat as we headed north on Interstate 75 with my Uncles Harry and Bert and cousin Pat. Traveling from the flatlands and cornfields of Ohio over the Michigan state line and into the fir and birch trees that soon began painting the beauty of Northern Michigan. We drove over the Mackinac bridge and on into Canada to fish for trout and northern pike in what became the most remote place I'd ever seen. That first time north, I recall the temperature contrast, even in August as the humidity in the south gave way to the dryer, more comfortable air north of the 45th parallel. I couldn't believe the climate difference a few hundred miles north by car could make and I knew then that I'd be back someday.
I came back during college summers and found a job on Mackinac Island. I worked as a "dock porter". Dockporters are a sort of bellhop and mobile concierge all in one. You meet the guests at the ferry docks and transport their luggage to the various hotels, bed and breakfasts or private homes throughout the island. Dockporting was the most joyful and healthful job I ever had, making great tips while bicycling on a Schwinn all day!
On my days off, I'd take my Schwinn onto the ferry and head for the mainland. There I would either ride into the upper peninsula from St Ignace or head south from Mackinac City. Riding M119, through the "canopy of trees" into Harbor Springs. Outside your window, over Main Street you'll see a coffee and doughnut shop. It was on one of those benches I would stop for a sandwich and drink, never realizing I would one day own a little piece of this wonderful village. I'm so happy now to be able to share it with you! Relax, Enjoy and I hope you forget about time along the way!
If you have the time, I would recommend at least a "day trip" to Mackinac Island. The ferry boats can be caught each half hour at either Mackinac City or St. Ignace docks 40 minutes north of Harbor Springs.