It was a red flag morning, and the waves were quite spectacular, but Lake Michigan wasn’t so cold as to be bracing.
I waded up to my shins (any further and the undertow became frightening) and did a quick dunk. The final lake swim of 2020. I wanted to hold a happy memory for the winter months.
I am a lake and beach person. As much as I love our rolling hills of Appalachia (and our rivers), Michigan is and always will be in the blood. So despite the early morning hour and the wind, all I felt was joy when falling into a wave.
Should keep me going until late spring.
