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.
8 August 2007 at 7:51 am
mouse's moom says:
We usually get the woodsmoke smell when there’s a nor’wester but, oddly enough, not this morning.
18 August 2007 at 2:34 pm
Kelley Hersey says:
WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL image, Sam. I can almost feel the sand on my feet and the cool water beneath it. I MISS this tranquil spot more than you can imagine, and look forward to seeing the finished product shots of the newly stained siding on the Green Cottage. I know your photo caption details changes that are not as wonderful as my memories, but still, all I have to do is look at this very particular image of the lake and angle from which you’ve shot it, and my knees get weak, I miss it so! Not good about the fires and smoke, though. THAT I have no context for, and I’m glad of it.