Ferry riding

Darron and I were playing clash of clans, waiting for the ferry to take us to Mackinac Island. Finally the ferry came, the long line of people rushed in. Darron and I raced up the flight of steps, shoving and dodging random people to grab the last few seats on the top deck. I sat in the edge seat, to look at the 3 foot deep shallow water. I looked at the back engine and saw filth and sand spewing up with oily stuff. And cars weren’t allowed to Mackinac Island, I thought, this was more pollution than cars.  I watched the water get deeper and deeper and the island grow smaller and smaller. The ferry moved very fast leaving waves spewing sky high with its power full engine. It reminded me of Hawaii and those ferries when I went scuba diving.

After 20 minutes the island started coming up at first a speck like an iota but growing bigger and bigger.

“Look there’s the Island” I told Darron

“Where?” Darron said

I pointed to the speck “there.”

The land mass was mountain shaped with a city buzzing with activity. There were horses, bicycles but no cars. It was bizarre looking at the island with no cars, because the road was like the road you’d find on any old thoroughfare. Around the island was a bicycles trail with houses right next to them. As the fairy pulled over we climbed down the stairs and walked out.