Carol had warned Marilyn and me, before we joined her on Beaver Island, that Lake Michigan was still cold. She did not exaggerate. Marilyn and I found that the pause and gasp generally experienced when cold water reaches one’s torso occurred when the water hit the arches of our feet. Carol said that, when… Continue reading Being on Beaver Island
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Getting to Beaver Island
Marilyn and I drove north last week to meet Carol for our sisters weekend on Beaver Island. En route to Charlevoix, I saw two things I’d never seen before. One was car-carrier trucks with just a few cars on the trailer. We did see one fully-loaded car carrier, but another ahd only… Continue reading Getting to Beaver Island