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Coming on the ferry to Bois Blanc Island has an unofficial ceremony to it.
A member of the Plaunt family that runs the ferry backs my rented car onboard and I walk on.
As the ferry pulls away from the dock I watch the bridge opening in front of us over the Cheboygan River.
The ferry pulls out past the icebreaker that keeps the Straits of Mackinac open during the winter.
I watch the approach of Bois Blanc Island in the distance for a bit before returning to the car to read, chat, or sleep.
Once the ferry gets closer everyone becomes antsy and crowds to the front.
My relatives wave from the sea wall protecting the ferry dock on Bois Blanc.
When we dock we shout, “Hello!” before driving the car off.
We park the car and exchange hugs and greetings with the relatives. Then we drive to the cottages to take out our groceries and luggage.
Leaving is pretty much the same thing.
The relatives come to wave goodbye. They hug, say what a good time they had, and promise to see us again.
The ferry pulls out and I walk down to the end of the sea wall to wave goodbye one more time.
Until next year!
This is the last of my posts about my trip to Bois Blanc Island this year. Hope you enjoyed them!