Mackinac Island

Our next stop was Mackinac Island.  The only way to get there, other than a small private plane which we did not have, was by ferry.  Once on the island there were no motorized vehicles. You got around by foot, horse drawn carriages, horseback or bicycles.  It was one of the prettiest places I've ever seen with beautiful houses ranging from small and charming to lavish and grandiose, but what they all had in common was flowers.  Flowers everywhere, hanging baskets, window boxes, landscaping, roadside, and borders.

I don't usually show this many pictures, but even though I did a lot of editing, I had a hard time choosing, so here are some of my favorites with very little text, just a feast for the eyes.

These were the tallest Astilbe I had ever seen.  The next photo shows them peeping over the picket fence. 

Where else would a bright turquoise house look right at home?

The island was a flower lover's dream and the pictures don't do it justice.  Come back tomorrow for pictures of the Grand Hotel, out home for two nights. 

Be sure to click on any picture for a bigger view of all.