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It runs several times daily according to time of year and weather conditions. Once loaded with cars, trucks, small boats, island folk and vacationers it left Cheboygan and aimed towards the 30 by 50 foot American flag, flapping over the tiny harbor on Isle Bois Blanc.
Instead of sheltering, we remained on deck with a group of excited children and parents, who have relatives or summer cabins on the island. We laughed and screamed as splashes from the choppy water soaked us while the ferry plowed through the waves. A small boat ahead of us tossed violently up and down and I was happy to be on the stable deck of the ferry. We watched the flag draw closer. The setting sun blinded us intermittently as it reflected off the water and dodged a large black cloud which had delivered a downpour just before we boarded. We saw the faint cobweb of the bridge to our left, spun across the Mackinac Straits, and glimpses of the smaller but better known and more developed Mackinac Island. It felt more of an adventure to be on the waters less travelled, and an unusual prelude to a knitting weekend.
Other than the small population of fellow islanders, knitting workshop participants, and bed and breakfast guests, many of whom return annually, Christa and Shelby enjoy the relative seclusion of Insel Haus all summer. They winter in Farmington Hills where Christa’s return is eagerly awaited by mainland knitting-workshop participants.
Insel Haus was designed by Christa from a small dwelling which she said had good bones.