Whether grey or blue skies lay overhead, the heft of the waves was always huge – sometimes rhythmic and pleasant, at others offering a waltzer of a voyage.
Bright, fresh fruit aromas of cherry, raspberry, and blueberry fill the glass. Youthfully exuberant with lots of sweet fruit on the palate with hints of spice and vanilla.
Now that the sun was setting in a welter of crimson behind the hills across the Flint River, the warmth of the April day was ebbing into a faint but balmy chill.
But a man did manage to skip a stone across the choppy surface 20 times and for that he received some goblets from the Mackinac Island Grand Hotel stuffed with $200.