When I was a kid out in da burbs of Chicago many years ago, my family took a vacation one summer up to Mackinac Island. We had a good time. We rode around the island on bikes, walked around the Grand Hotel (my mother was a big fan of the Christopher Reeve/Jane Seymour movie Somewhere in Time), ate lots of fudge, and took a horse carriage ride. I remember that the ride around the island was a lot of fun and that the fudge was very tasty.
Somehow, I don’t think the good people who promote tourism for our state through the “Pure Michigan” ad series had this angle in mind when it comes to Mackinac Island:
As I recall, the guy driving the carriage for us tourists said, “The two most common questions I get are: what do we do with the horse crap on the roads and how do we make fudge?…”