Fire & water
Tuesday, 7 August 2007
Manistique Lake’s levels are lower now than ever in my memory, and this is the beach (much narrower) we would run up and down as kids when we wanted to keep playing in the water, but we were assessed by the watchful mother (rarely father) as having the dreaded “blue lips.” The remedy for this condition was to wrap in a sun-warmed towel and make several speedy sand-tossing-by-toes circuits until circulation had been restored and we were allowed to return to the water.
Awoke last night over and over again because the wind switched yesterday to the north, bringing the smoke smell to the house. (Earlier this year we smelled the smoke from the South Georgia fires—in Atlanta, now we get the smoke from the Sleeper Lake fires.) It doesn’t smell so bad at midday, but we expect that to fluctuate.