Nicole and I had non-cancelable reservations at an expensive B&B the day after our wedding. Unfortunately, we hadn't realized that you have to get to the island by ferry (we thought the "Mackinac Bridge" took you to Mackinac Island, silly us), and there was no way we could possibly make the last ferry. Fortunately, we were able to charter a flight that left at midnight. Nicole drove like a bat out of hell to make it there, with me manning the GPS to tell her how much time we had to make up. As you can see, Nicole was thrilled with taking a little island hopper plane during a storm.