Life between the lakes, part 32
You can’t haggle with Mother Nature. Yesterday we lost most of our snow, but today we gained a month’s worth of wind.
This picture was taken three hours ago. The waves were thrashing the beautiful shoreline of Lake Superior without shame. The complex layers of ice, snow and sand were on display and this photo doesn’t do justice to what you can see this time of year.
The one of a kind sculptures that took three months to create are summoning attention for the last time. Most of the ice shelf is gone, but frozen moguls hug the shoreline as far as you can see, and a few late season icebergs are trying to stand their ground further out.
I am standing on about a six foot mogul about ten feet from shore and estimate the berg to be about a hundred and fifty yards out and fifteen feet above the surface of the lake. The water between us is churning with ice chunks the size of footballs and better.
It was a rush to experience so much weather in such a short amount of time. I am back on Muskallonge Lake now. It is warm, peaceful and serene and Jack and Needa seem satisfied after a long day of listening to me telling them what to do. 🙂
Meanwhile, three hundred yards and over the ridge to my back, *Lake Superior sings in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
*Thanks Gordon Lightfoot
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