I was born and raised in NE Ohio only 30 minutes from Lake Erie.
Did I go there?
Did I swim in this glorious fresh water?
Did my folks make it an annual ‘pilgrimage’ to play on the sandy dunes and bask in the sunlight, picnic in the waiting?
Thirty minutes folks.
One in a chain of the world’s largest fresh water oceans.
Nada. Zip. Nothing.
Okay. In full disclosure; it was probably all fucked-up then. Full of fuel and tampons. Not fit for human consumption. You’ve heard the jokes.
The Great Lakes! At our f-i-n-g-e-r-t-i-p-s!!! reachreachreach….slap
So, of course, by now I’ve swam in it. I’ve sunned near it. I’ve partied on it. And it’s good. But is it the best? Is there better?
Why, yes there is!
And it can be found in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan on a big island named Drummond, at a Yacht Club called Haven, and in a cabin numbered 6A, which, as it turned out, I would like to add to my collection of…