…winter’s Grand II

Captured Space…no words can convey what this gigantic structure emotes when visiting the Grand Hotel alone.  Every February of every year for the past 30 I have visited this island treasure.  Twice the winds and snow kept us at bay…One of those times was this year. Twelve inches of snowfall and wind gusts of 40 mph kept us apart.  It is a puddle jump flight….maybe 3 minutes in the air but the rules are the rules.  If you can not see the island from the mainland, the island will not invite you in.
I have been mourning the loss of not having our visit this year. Standing alone on her 660′ veranda, listening to the winds wrap their arms around her….it often requires a toast of peach snoops to make sense of it all. During the summer months hundreds of thousands of people find their way here. Hustle and bustle surround. I experience none of that…just me, the Grand, and the wind.

…winter’s grand…
Mackinac Island USA 2018



The long Veranada 2018
…the Grand view 2018  For 30 years, each February we are pulled to an inspiring island in the fresh waters of Lake Michigan in North America.   There sits the grandest hotel ever built.  We cherish our time together. During the summer she is on America’s top attraction list.  During our stay: there is only her, the snow that blankets her body and the winds that challenge her soul.  We feel privileged. We feel honored. We are humbled.  We visit her in her most naked state and it is in this state that she is the most beautiful of all.

…the grand view…
Mackinac Island N.A. 2018

…CedarCliffe summer’s endSummer's End 2018

…CedarCliffe Summer’s End 2018  For many years our Labor Day weekend picnic was spent on Lake Huron beach with a few friends.  We would enjoy hot dogs and  marshmallows on a little campfire as we watched what always seemed to be the most beautiful sunset of the summer. Once the sun settled, our friends would begin to arrive for the traditional bonfire, celebrating our summer’s blessings and sharing goodbye hugs.  Each year as I intentionally burned my marshmallows, mesmerized by the intensity of color in the sky, these friends would always enter my mind: missing them. 
So finally: I invited everyone…
 Now: each Labor Day weekend on Sunday afternoon, CedarCliffe opens it doors.  The tables begin to arrive… the excitement charges the air… the potluck stations are prepared. We experience summer’s end…witnessing the most beautiful sunset of the year….together…the way it always should have been.
Summer’s End…

…CedarCliffe Summer’s End 2018
Bayfield N.A.