Apparently talked up in our family and then in the event covered with dead fish; Lake Michigan is one of the images that figures in our history.
It was beautiful and blue and it and the sky above changed every second; getting stripes of Caribbean blue/green, brown sandy gold green, dark blue/purple and many blues. Sometimes the water was completely calm and a few other times broke against the shore for hours of audible strength and perseverance. It seemed to be odd sitting so close to such an expanse of water and smelling no salt.
The sunsets were great: each one different in length and brightness. At one point the orange lasted for hours and at another the bright hot sun slipped from complete disc showing to completely hidden in one second. It slipped away like a straw sipped globule of milk shake- orange cream flavor- leaving behind a tropical fish orange sky.
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