Along the Au Train beach

Along the Au Train beach

There is something special about Lake Superior.  It’s hard to put your finger on it.  She’s a cold and forbearing lake.  Almost stern.  Icy-beautiful.  She commands.  We obey.  Even in the warmth of summer, she’s in charge, perhaps allowing us to dip our toes in her waters.  Perhaps.  If the icicles have melted away…

Sand layers breaking off between water & shore

Sand layers breaking off between water & shore

Having just visited Lake Huron, about 500-600 miles to the south, I must again attest to Ms. Superior’s difference.  Perhaps it’s because she is so big.  She is the largest freshwater lake in the world, by surface area and the third largest by volume.  When you stand beside the other Michigan lakes, a different energy ensues.  For one thing, they look warmer.  For another thing, they glisten with different colors.  And finally, the surrounding rocks look different. 

You never quite trust Lake Superior.  As the crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald would attest, when the gales of November come early, she can take a seasoned crew and ship and destroy them within hours.  We watch her with respectful eyes.

Seaweed dragged up by the waves

Seaweed dragged up by the waves

Yesterday Catherine and I walked along her shores, taking a break from our hours grasping the wheels of our vehicles.  We smelled the sea breezes.  We marveled at the 70 degree temperatures.  She took off her shoes and felt sand and lake water between her toes.  Alas, the writer of this blog cannot join her.  I have a fallen arch on the left foot and have experienced excruciating pain after walking on beach sand.  So I enjoyed watching her splash instead and kept the eyes and camera on the lookout for good photos.  Catherine said, “I can’t believe how much you’re seeing now.”  (another plus for the outdoor commitment and blog!)

Wet feather in the sand

Wet feather in the sand

Even lay belly-down in the sand and viewed the beach grasses from that angle.  My they look tall!

Beach grasses in the sand

Beach grasses in the sand

A young woman wearing a”Nature Girl” shirt sat in the sand, drawing or writing in a sketch-book.  A family with children splashed in the nearby river.  The wind blew from the south, almost convincing us that summer had arrived.

Someone creatively expressed their deepest feelings (as seen in the photo below).  Do you suppose they missed a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a husband, a wife, a child?  Or perhaps they miss Lake Superior when apart…

Missed you, Lake Superior!  Glad to be back home!

Missed you, Lake Superior! Glad to be back home!

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