Lost at Lake
Golden moments at Montrose Harbor replenish my midwestern resolve.
I’m careful not to get lost at lake.
She’s quite vast, after all.
There was something so romantic about Friday Morning Swim Club, but lazy politicians decided we should stay dry.
Only the rebels stick around.
Slowly I’ve learned that an aversion to authority is part of my nature, so I take a dive off the deep end too.
A cold plunge is good for the senses, just not this season.
In May, you can find me in the Michigan waves.