@amysacka

I have started my artist residency on Mackinac Island. For the past two days I’ve explored many of the wild paths off the tourist trail. On these paths, I’ve seen no one. On the way to these paths, I’ve occasionally passed people walking or riding their push bikes. The slow nature of a carless society makes you recognize your own breath, the sway of the trees, and the gravity and importance of your own body to get you to and from places. Everything in front of the curtain on Mackinac Island is picture perfect. Ice cream never tasted so good. Behind the curtain is the engine of workers, the sweat involved in making people feel perfect. I was riding around the island my first night nearly at sunset. Usually the bike path is crowded with tourists. The only two people who passed me were two workers in untucked uniforms, riding toward a disappearing sun, playing a reggae song a little too loudly, swerving and laughing their way to a windswept corner of the island most people will never see. #mackinacisland