Evie Bloomfield here from frozen Mackinac Island. Hey this place is amazing in summer but at -30 it’s like living in an ice cube. Ok, it’s pretty…if your eyes don’t freeze while you’re looking at all that pretty.
The ice is making, you can actually hear it. What this means is Lake Michigan is freezing. Yep, freezing solid. You can hear it moan and creek as the ice builds up.
In a few weeks it will be solid, at least that’s the plan. We have some brave souls around here who take their snowmobiles out onto the frozen lake...brave or stupid, the jury’s still out on that one...and spud the ice.
This means they dig down and see how think the ice is and determine if it can support the snowmobiles. And if they think YES then these guys mark the safe path with the Christmas trees we’ve saved. They outline the path all the way from our island to St. Ignace over on the mainland.
Day and night we all climb on our snowmobiles. We bring our rosaries and statues of St. Christopher the patron of safe travels and take out across the water/ice, hoping for a lot more ice than water!
It’s really exciting...and hair-raising and terrifying.
So the next time you climb into your car and head for the highway think of us up on Mackinac heading out to drive on the lake. And if you have a spare candle and a few prayers handy I’d appreciate all the help I can get to get my sorry behind back to the island in one piece.
Hope to see you at the Lilac Festival in June. The flowers are incredible but word has it there might be a dead body or two up at the Grand Hotel just to keep things interesting.