Yesterday, we went to the lake. We keep our boat at a marina a few miles from our house. Reports of waves fifteen to twenty feet high? Worth a look, we figured.
Alone, except for a flock of seagulls thoroughly enjoying the surf.
While the waves crash crazily along the breakwall.
Ted Turner once famously referred to Lake Michigan as a 'mill pond'. After being badly beaten and enduring winds up to sixty miles per hour in the sail shredding Chicago to Mackinac Race, he publicly retracted 'anything and everything I ever said about inland sailing'.
Instead, we admired a fellow visitor to the lake front. She was busy eating her lunch, like it was her last. Rosie, convinced she was Bambi, wanted to know where exactly were Flower and Thumper?
While visitors of a different sort, perched in a lovely spot overlooking the bluff.
What a way to welcome October.