We made it back home. That’s a total of 1,522 miles which roughly estimates to 236 reaches to the back seat to fetch milk from the cooler or pass out a cheese stick. That’s a lot of reaching.Last year, we tacked Mackinac Island on to our Michigan trip–the first time I had been there since I was a little girl–and I knew I wanted to take the kids back again this year. There are no cars on the island, just horses and bikes. That means no reaching to the back seat to fetch milk from the cooler or pass out a cheese stick.When we’re on Mackinac Island, we walk. We walk and we walk and we walk–down Main Street, past pubs and markets and fudge shops, popping in when lured by window displays for sea salt dark chocolate, glossy Petoskey stones, tiny replicas of lighthouses, framed portraits of Elise McKenna…and tentacle hats. Fudge couldn’t compare with the tentacle hat that won Nella over–my friend Laura ran back in the store to buy it after she left crying without it.…and we smiled the rest of the day for how happy it made her. She flipped her head back and forth many times, admiring the way her tentacles swayed. When my girls admire anything about their hair and the way it swings/braids/brushes/curls/lays on their shoulders, they attribute it to one girl and one girl only: Elsa.Back to Elise McKenna…if you don’t know who she is, watch the movie Somewhere in Time, filmed on Mackinac Island. I made my friends watch it the night before we arrived on the island, and when it was over, they hated me. Richard! RICHARD!!! The houses on Mackinac Island are beautiful. For every one we walked past, I liked pointing out where I’d have my morning coffee if I lived there.This one? Top balcony on weekdays. Upstairs in the turret on rainy days. Front porch rocking chair on Saturdays and Sundays so I could sip and watch, watch and sip, and holler to all the fun neighbors who walked by to come join me for a cuppa. And a cherry scone. Because cherries are all the rage in Michigan. “Etta! Etta! Put down that paper and git yer ass up here and have some coffee with me! I have SCONES!”We stayed at the Island House again. It’s my favorite, close enough to Main Street so we can run up to Doud’s Market to get another milk for Dash but far enough away to feel private and cozy. Plus–giant front lawn overlooking Lake Huron and little stoves for marshmallow roasting. Perfection? Check.Good times in our family often involve a bag of Rold Gold pretzels.After leaving Mackinac, I searched my Sleep Sounds app for horse hooves. Got nothin’. Boo. Torrential downpours will have to do.Nella loved the horses.Main Street Pancake House. Order the blueberry silver dollars. By silver dollar, they mean “as big as your head.”Croquet on the front lawn? Why, thank you.This is when we pretend we’re Kennedys but immediately laugh at the mention because we swing more towards the Griswolds. So we coined a new phrase: we are the Grennedys. Kinda classy on the outside, but dragging phone cords, losing phones, forgetting diapers, spilling bottles–okay, we are not even classy on the outside. But look! Sailor Suit! Jon Jon has a sailor suit! It’s from a thrift shop and I cut the sleeves off and never bothered to hem them, but hey! Grennedy Power!No matter how much church did me wrong in the past, when I travel, I find the steeples. I’ll be forever intrigued and inspired by the beauty of steeple against sky and the structure of what I hope serves its purpose.Fun game in Mackinac? Name a Horse. Any horse you see–you have five seconds to name it. Almost as fun as naming nail polish colors except instead of The Thrill of Brazil and Red Hot Rio, you have, as seen below, Hooves, Lord Pistachio and Harold.The return of the red phone booth, located on the Grand Hotel lawn. The Grand Hotel is pretty fancy and pricey for a stay, but it’s such a beautiful place to visit. Headed to Mackinac? Tuck a lawn blanket in your tote–you’ll find many places to lay it out, one being the Grand Hotel lawn. Make a call from the red phone booth. Order a drink at the lawn bar and sit under the striped umbrellas. Listen to the horses, watch the people.Grennedy kids love playing with the flags.Walk down the hill back towards town and stop at the elementary school playground and the Mackinac Island Public Library. If I taught at the little island elementary school overlooking Lake Huron, I’m afraid I’d be too distracted by how quaint everything was to actually get anything done. The classroom windows look out at a lighthouse. I mean, come on.At the end of our entire trip–at an Outback two hours north of Naples–we played the “favorite moment” game. Top contender: this one. Last night on the island, a few hours to kill before taking one of the last ferries back. The lawn outside Fort Mackinac started filling up for a concert. Good folksy music, lattes, a quilt on the ground and happy kids who were set free to make their way among the maze of blankets.As we were packing up to leave and catch the ferry, we turned around and saw, kid you not, a rainbow. And then we boarded the ferry, turned a corner and there, just past the lighthouse, was a pink sun tucked in the cotton candy sky, whispering goodnight to it all with us. A much better ending than Elise McKenna’s.Give me rough hems of thrift shop sailor suits. Give me Rold Gold bags and tentacle hats, dragging phone cords, spilling bottles and suitcases with zippers that don’t stay closed. Grennedys will always find their steeples and rainbows and pink sunsets. You can be sure of that.