Temporarily Closed, that’s all I needed to hear from my mom to learn that we weren't going to Mackinac Island. The Arnold Ferry Service, our usual ferry line to get to the island, were closed after the owner backed out on the company while taking the money he got for himself by making unnecessary budget and worker cuts. There was another ferry line that my family had NEVER taken the 17 years going to the island, so we decided to give it a shot. I was bummed but the worst of my problems were yet to come. After arriving on the Shepard Ferry Line dock we noticed a big change than Arnold, it... was... packed…,But even that might be an understatement. With the amount of porters, people with bikes, dogs, babies, and everything in between, it looked
as if the whole population of the island was on the dock! We finally get through the crowd and talk to the porter for the inn and starts packing up all our luggage of his bike just as we head down busy main street towards St. Anne's Church area. Dodging horse poop and bicyclists we make it to Bogan Ln., which is roughly at a 35 degree angle upwards, and start the slow ascent to Bogan Lane Inn. The reason we have been staying at the same inn for 17 years is that my mom and dad had their honeymoon there and named my sister and me after it, Eli Bogan Leitermann and Aubree Lane Leitermann. We settle in and split up to go biking and agreed to meet for lunch at Seabiscuit, one of the many horse themed restaurants on the island. After a quaint lunch and setting off to go biking again that it started to drizzle. Normally any person would have kept biking but I HATE the rain and I was close to the inn so I headed for cover, and by the time I got there the drizzle turned into an almost downright downpour! An hour and a half passed before my parents and sister came through the door, they told me that the were downtown
Thomas M. Piljac, Mackinac Island: Historic Frontier, Vacation Resort, Timeless Wonder, Chicago Review Press, 1998.
In 2005, Hurricane Katrina devastated the restaurant with eight feet of water. Mary Mahoney's reopened on Nov. 3, 2005, only 65 days after the storm hit the Gulf shores. Many say “The Patriarch” protected the restaurant. After all, the grand oak has stood tall for 2,000 years weathering many storms. Both, “The Patriarch” and Mahoney’s, have an abundance of stories. If you are visiting the Mississippi Gulf Coast and you love seafood, Mary Mahoney’s is a must! If you’re a local, see you at Mahoney’s!
Wisconsin Dells was better than Six Flags because my family stayed longer. We were in Wisconsin Dells for four days, but we were only at Six Flags for two days. Because we were in the Dells longer, my family was able to create more memories. Six Flags may have had more attractions inside the park itself, but I felt rushed and did not enjoy my time there as much. The length of time my family spent in Wisconsin also gave us the ability to experience the numerous attractions found outside of the park.
In 1933, the Century of Progress Exposition drew 1,500 conventions and 1.5 million visitors. During this time, the Navy continued using the pier as a place to enroll and train soldiers. By the time the Navy’s usage ceased in 1946, “sixty-thousand people were trained at Navy Pier. As the Navy moved out, the University of Illinois moved in. The facility was transformed into an undergraduate branch campus that remained in existence until 1965”.
Many people have fears of things that they are afraid of. It’s natural to have fears because it’s part of human nature. In the play Juliet has to decide wether or not to drink the potion. In Shakespeare’s play he shows Juliet’s fear by using choice of words and imagery.
During the long journey to California the Joads, and other migrant travelers, encountered many warnings of what California was going to be like from migrants who were returning home, mostly destroyed by the true reality of California. They got a warning in the camp they stayed at on the side of the road while Tom, Al, and Casey were fixing the car. There was...
To me, the drive felt like forever even though it was only 35 miles from Petoskey to Mackinaw City. As 10-year-old me sat in the back seat of my mom’s car, I remember repeatedly asking the question most parents dread to hear, “are we almost there?” Every time I asked she would shake her head in bemused frustration and respond, “you’ll know when we get there”. At the time, I was not sure what I was most excited for: the ride on the ferry, the big horses, the historical fort, the inevitable delicious ice cream; it all sounded whimsically amazing and I could not be more excited to arrive on Mackinac Island.
I love camping and spending time outside, but this summer I had a completely new experience when I visited the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Before leaving, I had very little knowledge of the Boundary Waters. After getting advice from friends and purchasing some special equipment, I realized that camping there was going to be much more complicated than I had thought.
But the swell at high tide was way too big. We watched the drenched crew do a test run and ride the gauntlet through the rocky entrance of the harbour. The captain informed us that the island authorities had refused permission for us to disembark by zodiac until the sea subsided. A wet chief islander and customs officers came on board to stamp an albatross and a volcano in our passports. The post office staff came aboard to sell stamps, postcards and handcrafts to the waiting
After I crossed the bridge, it dawned on me what had happened to the bridge. It just started to rust so it didn't happen too long ago. It was either the flood from 2006 or 2008 that completely twisted the metal bridge in to an almost unrecognizable heap. As I turned to continue my hike toward Maple Falls, I began to think, "What was I going to encounter later that day or any other day on the mountain that was effected by the floods?"
For the past five years, I have been an advisory board member for C the Difference: Cory Cares, a 501 (c)(3) non-profit organization. Cory had asked me to help out in 8th grade, and after viewing a documentary called “Hard Times: Lost on Long Island”, I couldn’t refuse. I was 12 at the time, in an utter shock at the fact that people on Long Island, in my town, and even in my school were hungry. I had felt hungry many times, like if my mom forgot to pack me a lunch, or if I had “no food” in my fully stocked cupboards at home, but I quickly realized that hunger was a whole different feeling than a hunger sensation. I had never felt what a stomach on a week with no food felt like, what it felt like to be reminded by the salty taste on your lips
Mack was walking to food basics, when all of a sudden, a man dressed in black pulled him into an alleyway.
Just after this quick bend, the crew became visible helping people on. Just before I entered the transportation unit, I looked down at the gap left between the door and I. The metal around the entry door was rusted and worn, which gave me an eerie feeling. Reluctantly, I stepped aboard and felt uneasy as I saw those responsible for taking us to our destination. I would soon know for sure, how I felt about my now plausible career.
On the day the U.S Marshals were called upon to investigate the disappearance of a patient of the asylum, the weather was exceptionally dreadful and we were informed that ferry would not be coming back anytime soon because of the growing storm. That said, being on an
We got into our lines, behind groups of excited families and happy little old men and women. As the line ascended up the ramp onto this enormous water vessel, pictures were taken of every group of passengers. Smile, laugh and look happy! Riiight. As a matter of fact, I was pretty anxious. I'd never been on a boat like this, and especially not for a whole week.