Road trips always mean snacks. Giant seaweed snacks that is. Well, to be clear, this was first time I've ever purchased the giant variety. We had hoped to make it to Mackinac Bridge before dark. Not sure why the last time we drove over it it felt really scary. This time it was fine. Nah, it was still scary. The center grates give me the whillies. Scott found us a historic resort to stay in the for the night, the Birch Lodge at Trout Lake . It was after we booked the room that we found out it was originally a tuberculosis hospital. Well, it was, but very briefly. I'd seen this place when planning our trip to the UP this past summer , it was a good price and looked right up our alley. It's only about a half hour from St. Ignace, which made a perfect spot between Lowell and Three Lakes. It was darling none-the-less. Notice the white framed areas above the beds. Our room was originally three rooms. The current owners saved the original transom windows but closed off the doors.