|It is fun to bury yourself in the sand.|
We ended up with three beach days: one was after dinner, in the rain. That night the waves were big, great for boogie boarding, but terrible for mama's nerves and keeping an eye on little girls. We didn't stay long and there was no castle-building or lounging on chairs. There was also no picture-taking.
|Iris and her drip castle.|
|Seagull visits the castle.|
The next day the water was incredibly calm and clear . . . and about 55*. The beach was lovely and just warm enough to hang out and sun oneself. Oneself being me in this scenario. The water so, so cold. Colder than the Puget Sound, even, which is pretty darn cold. I decided that I just had to dunk my head under at least once, so I did, and it shocked me so deeply I couldn't breathe for a second.
|Looking towards Lake Michigan from under the bridge that goes over the Duck Lake channel.|
Photo from roadtripsforfamilies.com
We have been to the Duck Lake channel three times in the past five years and every time the channel has been completely different. Last year it was pretty deep (like maybe three or four feet) and was a fairly straight shot out to Lake Michigan. And it wasn't super warm. This year it wound like a snake out to Lake Michigan and was extremely shallow. So shallow Eloise couldn't even float in it on her big floaty. At least it was warm!
|If you turned 180* from the spot the photo above this was taken |
you would be looking at this view towards Duck Lake from under the bridge
that goes over the Duck Lake channel.
Photo from mlive.com
|Notice how deep this part of the channel was.|
|Iris dug a big hole. Kids like digging holes in the sand.|
|Our camp with Lake Michigan in the background.|
|The big hole.|