Four miles off the northern tip of Michigan’s mitten, nestled between two Great Lakes, sits a tiny island where time moves at the pace of horse hooves rather than horsepower. Mackinac Island exists as ...

There’s a magical place in Michigan where the clip-clop of hooves replaces the honk of horns, where fudge is practically its own food group, and where time seems to have stopped somewhere around 1898.

Hotel Iroquois has the newest waterfront deck expansion on the island. It's become a great nightlife spot and doubles as an ...