Mackinac Bridge Authority

Great sweeping views of Lake Michigan on one side, Lake Huron and Mackinac Island on the other side. Speed limit is 45 so you can take in the vistas even if you are the person driving.

I love the bridge, and I love the old school style of the toll booths. The people are pleasant and the lines usually move very fast if there are any at all.
My only problem is that they don’t accept credit cards at the booth, which is frustrating in 2015. I rarely carry cash, so this usually requires that I make a special trip to an ATM simply to pay the $ 4 toll if I know I’m heading north.

Went to Mackinac Island in Sept… loved it!

Oh, the Mackinac Bridge, you are an icon for so much.
When public and private interests intersected for the good of the state.
When lawmakers around the state stopped bashing on Detroit to be pro-​Michigan for once.
When engineering projects were sexy.
When the marvels of the modern age were embraced, not poohpoohed.
One trip over this glorious span that straddles Lake Michigan and Huron — actually the same waterway — and you’ll have a new appreciation for human accomplishment. Roman engineering built roads and bridges that lasted for centuries, and Michigan technology devised a 5 mile long behemoth that united the Lower and Upper Peninsulas in a massive feat of steel girders, concrete structures, and wires thick around as a pair of hugging sumo wrestlers. Nothing captures the scale and scope of the bridge other than being on it, and I would make the six hour drive from Ferndale in a heartbeat to walk across it end to end like the Sydney Harbour Bridge has every so often.
The Mackinac has its share of legends and wonders, like the high winds that make the wires sing and the way the metal grid disappears when you’re at speed. Ride a motorcycle across and you get the unnerving, terrifying (and exhilarating!) feeling that the ground just disappeared and you’re suspended dozens of feet above the milky turquoise waters whipped to a froth. It’s absolutely humbling.
Views of the Mitten and the Glove are unparalleled from up there. I found it a bit dizzying to realize I was watching freighters laden with cargo sailing serenely under me, and water stretched as far as the eye could see. White lacy beaches spill out from under a pine cloak, and the sheer optics of the water could lead me to think I was somewhere in the subtropics if not for the trees and a brisk breeze.
I hope every Michigander and Ontarian travels the Mackinac at least once, and then goes home to spend their tax dollars and press their politicians at all levels not to less this feat be an accomplishment of the far past. Look at what wonders we can make, and what glorious accomplishments we can do.
PS, the toll booth people are pretty darned friendly.

It’s an amazing bridge– the midwest equivalent of the Golden Gate. The water below– way below, the bridge is freaking huge– had rough waves from Lake Huron meeting Lake Michigan. A boat was fighting through the waves. My girlfriend and I spontaneously started howling like wild dogs. Its an experience.

This review is for the bridge itself not the authority but a bridge doesn’t exactly have an address.
It’s the longest bridge of its kind in the USA. Yes, boys and girls it’s longer than the Golden Gate — look it up if you don’t believe me… okay fine here: At 8,614 feet (2,626 m), the Mackinac Bridge is the longest suspension bridge with two towers between anchorages in the Western Hemisphere.
It was a cold {in the teens} foggy morning when crossing it but I got a lot of fabulous pictures of the icing Straights of Mackinac and the towers of the bridge itself out of the car window and windshield — was quite surprised at myself actually.
It’s a toll bridge — a reasonable $ 3 for passenger cars.
On the way out/​off we were the fortunate recipents of someone paying it forward!