The lure of Mackinac Island begins with the ferry ride across Lake Huron. Upon arrival porters bicycle my belongings to the beautiful Hotel Iroquois, a family-owned inn built in 1904. The hooves of stately horses clop along the streets and charming carriages with dangling tassels and striped yellow canopies cross my path. I am struck by the brightness of white everywhere-the old churches, the expansive fort, the impressive Victorian homes, and the breadth of the historic Grand Hotel perched high upon a hill. Purity resides as I bicycle along the outer and inner loop of the island. The natural arch rock and beautiful pines sweep by, the narrow paths rolling through the landscape. Yellow umbrellas dot the teal sky.