From the eastern shore of northern Michigan - north of Oscoda - the lake is about 100 miles across at this point. Not intentionally, but on the eastern shore of the lake at this point is the beach where I spent most of my youthful summers ... and learned that "warm" water (as I was often informed that it was - my mother lied to me) in the northern Great Lakes is good drinking temperature.

Back before Global Warming, we'd drive out on the ice a bit south of here; if it was thick enough to stymie Coast Guard ice-breakers, it was certainly safe for cars. At least so far as our feeble minds were capable of thinking at that age. Made it 20 miles out one time.

We'd do a lot of foolish things like that.

God was watching over us ...

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