It is overwhelming and yet comforting to contemplate the blue witnessed this summer, and the blue yet to come. Five months in, we have seen so much, and yet so much remains unseen.
This week, just two hours north, we visited Sleeping Bear Dunes. A few years back, it was voted “Most Beautiful Place in America”. Pictures do not do it justice. Stand in awe. Stand in wonder.
Stand on the towering dune above the water. They warn you:
“The lake is not as close as it seems. Running down may sound fun. Trust us. Climbing up 450 feet of hot sand is definitely not.”
The views from below, on the lake, above the lake, all spectacular. At least usually:
“… scarcely had we gotten into Lake Michigan than we were beset by a horrible tempest and in an instant our rudder was broken to pieces… Not being able to control our course, we were during the night the toy of gigantic waves which pushed us toward the immense bank of sand called ‘Sleeping Bear’… Nowhere have I been witness to the unbridling of the elements comparable to that which this sea of freshwater presented.” – French explorer Comte De Castelnau, 1839
By helicopter, you can view, thru the crystal clear blue water, the many ruins of ships the didn’t make it. Sixty wrecks have been identified directly below, countless more remain unknown.
Blue is my favorite color. How could it not be?