So it’s hot. Hotter than hot. Just the kind of weather we wanted. Right?
So the thermometer is nudging 90 today. The kind of Upper Peninsula day where you like a little fan action blowing the steamy air around the house. The frozen marrow in your bones from last winter is melting down deep, preparing us for another long winter here on the shores of Lake Superior.
Barry fished out on the hot lake today (don’t ask) and when he arrived weather-beaten and wind-burned and hotter than hot, I suggested a little swim down at Second Sand Beach might be in order.
He agreed. He wasn’t planning to swim, but graciously decided to accompany this blog writer.
This blog writer was already quivering in her sandals, trying to imagine swimming in Lake Superior. But the reports have been coming in, steady. Cindy has already swam. Cheri, too. Lots of other people. You can’t have outdoor adventures for an entire year and not swim in the Big Lake, can you?
Or can you?
Oh it’s cold. Oh it’s burning cold. Is it even 60 degrees in the lake? No nice warm surface water to heat up the upper layers. Just icy burning water that freezes you to the core even though the air temperature thinks it’s near 90 degrees. You stand there and hurt. But the longer you stand there, something strange happens. You almost start to feel invigorated. Almost. It’s so cold when you first wade in, you don’t know how you can stand it.
Are you holding your breath? Wanting to know if she actually started swimming?
Well, the answer is No. She chickened out. She decided wading was cooling enough. Encouraged by her photographer husband, who barely had his ankles wet and was complaining about the cold, she turned around and headed in toward shore.
Now the kids playing along the beach were not complaining about the water temperature. No. There were water football games happening, and lake splashing, and sand castle building. Barry grabbed the camera and went down to take a photo of a group of children playing.
Tracks lingered in the sand at the edge of the water, proof that many folks wandered in and out of the lake during this hot afternoon. Dog tracks, little child tracks, adult tracks.
The best part is this: back at home, with the fan singing its cheerful blowing song toward the computer, it actually feels cool. Lovely.
Ahhh, Summer. It’s good to see you again. (Now don’t any of you hot folks start complaining! As long as we get some sleep tonight, it will be fine…)