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The last time I was here, I stayed at the Comfort Inn, paid extra for the lakefront view. So I wanted the same thing. Unfortunately the Comfort Inn is closed. I wanted the Clarion Suites, they were closed, so I was sent to the Hamilton Inn.
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I got a free breakfast buffet, the sausage was overcooked and hard, the eggs were powdery and the best thing was the waffles, which I had to make for myself. The two 12yo kids who were making their waffles before me didn’t make a mess, I the adult, made a mess. I recount this tale of making a mess because the woman who was working the breakfast this morning was surly and uncommunicative. I don’t know if I’ll be back tomorrow. I’m afraid to see her again.
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There was a small little park that gave me a great view of
the Mackinac Bridge. Although I couldn’t
drive my car in, I parked just inside the driveway, out of traffic and slogged
through the snow in my sneakers. I enjoyed tracking my solitary footsteps
through a dusting of snow into a park clearly marked closed.
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The views are just as beautiful in the winter as they are in
the summer and spring. I’ve tried before to come during the Fall and bask in
the colors. But for me, Fall was always a hit and miss situation. I either come
too early or I come too late.
I decided to make the shots black and white, just because
the starkness of the season leant itself well to black and white.
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Western view of McGulpin's Point |
There is this hidden little place, the main area is Central
Ave, follow that all the way west until you deadend at Wilderness Park Drive.
Make a right turn and follow it to McGulpin’s Point Lighthouse. There was a
sign that if you called a certain phone number you could get a self-guided
phone tour about the lighthouse. I was too cold to push the buttons on my
phone. I think the caretaker lived next door to the historical lighthouse,
because I saw a couple pull up, took one look at me and continued into the
house next to the lighthouse. But I wasn’t sure if I had just driven up into
their back yard.
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Mackinac Bridge view from McGulpin's Point |
The one thing that I like about this area is that at a certain point you are at the meeting place of Lakes Huron and Michigan. They meet under the magnificent Mackinac Bridge. Yet, who decided years ago, “This one we’ll call Huron over there is Michigan”?
Before you leave, make sure you take the unpaved road to
McGulpin’s Point, it’s a 10% downgrade, but my sedan took it easily. It was too
cold for me to walk down; there was plenty of room for my lone car at the
point. It’s a bit off the beaten spot so maybe it’s just a locals area.
But you get a magnificent view of both Michigan and Huron as
well as the Mackinac Bridge. Don’t miss it. The best part of the point is that
if I didn’t want to leave my car, I could sit and take photographs in the
comfort of heated seats.
Then when you leave follow Wilderness Park Road all the way
until you dead end at Trail End Road, make a right turn and directly ahead is
an unmarked park, I didn’t see a sign, but I didn’t see any gate or chain, so I
drove in. When I saw the public restroom, locked for the season, I assumed this
was a public area. Most of the areas around the coast are private homes.
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