As a child, my parents would take all of us to the Upper Peninsula for vacations. I will never forget sitting in our family station at night just watching the Bridge. And then there were the trips to Mackinac Island aboard the ferry and riding our bikes around the island. Well time passes and I moved to California because of my job. When my husband and I were traveling in our motor home, I decided to treat my husband to the wonders of the Upper Peninsula. Of course, he thought of Michigan as if everything was like Detroit. He fell in love with Saint Ignace and the rest is history.