We boarded the ferry early in the morning to head off on the final leg of our journey, to Frankenmuth, MI. On the ride over, with the storm, we couldn’t sit outside on the ferry, but it was such a beautiful day when we were heading back that we opted to do just that. We had a wonderful view of the Mackinaw Bridge that we had crossed coming from the Upper Peninsula on our way just a couple of days before.
Summer that night was at the Bavarian Inn in Frankenmuth. Where in Wisconsin there was a strong Scandinavian heritage, in Frankenmuth it was all German. We had a family style supper with a Bavarian Combination Platter as the main course, and it was delicious.
