Mother and Daughter riding Arnold ferry across to Mackinaw Island
"Little Stone Church" on Mackinaw Island
I started thinking about mothers and daughters this week since my daughter, Amanda, and I had the opportunity for time away. The two of us and a couple of other gals stayed on Mackinaw Island awaiting our guys to return after the 330+ mile only freshwater race from Chicago to Mackinaw Island (Chicago Mac).
The first morning Amanda experimented with applying my eye shadow to match my blue shirt. I felt and looked like a movie star when she finished and was ready for my photo shoot to begin!
We sampled fudge (even though we were cut off of the free sampling)—but we did purchase plenty too for later consumption. Amanda’s photography skills came in handy with the colorful array of flowers, horses and carriages, and racing sailboats.
On one of our field trips, we walked inside the “Little Stone Church” established in 1900. I sat on a wooden bench and absorbed the peaked roof and old wooden beams. I could almost hear organ pipes reverberating “The Old Rugged Cross.” (See picture of mother and daughter sitting on a bench in front of the church.)
We stayed up late watching old movies and munching popcorn in bed by night until the guys came in 1:50 am Central time on Tuesday morn. We didn’t dare miss the guys crossing the finish line via spotlight and the judges calling out their sail number, and the gun marking their finish time.
Later, our boater friends relaxed on our second floor balcony sharing past and present sailing stories.