A good fantasy story contains more than heroes and villains. It is seldom that the spotlight falls on the blacksmith, the forger of great weapons like Excalibur. My Little Blacksmith Shop places you in charge of leading a blacksmith shop and creating the next Master Sword.
You can check the status of your shop quests by visiting the art merchant, blacksmith, doctor and tailor that are nearest to Ezio's hideout in Rome. Simply collecting the required items automatically makes progress on the "quest," and once you've earned the required items you can exchange them for unlockable extras like a treasure map, weapons or a bigger quiver.
Included with the Fort Mackinac Admission ticket is admittance to the Historic Downtown Buildings. This includes McGulpin House, American Fur Company Store and Dr. Beaumont Museum, Biddle House, and Benjamin Blacksmith Shop. While there are chances to learn about the history of the Island and the Fur Trading industry, there are also demonstrations at the blacksmith shop and interpreters at the American Fur Company Store that will make it fun for the whole family.
Some are hidden along M-185 (the shoreline road) and some are scattered through the interior of the Island. Hiking to find them may be required. The easiest way to get started is to download the Geocaching app on your smart phone. There you will find the list of caches in the area. The cell service can be a little spotty sometimes, so it might be a good idea to bring a handheld GPS unit.
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