I had to post one more pic. It never fails, we come home from the Keweenaw in August into the Indiana heat and humidity. I'm miserable. Why can't we really get the writers' thing moving in the right direction and meet on one of my favorite beaches, the one right here on the south shore? There's blueberries behind those trees, and the beach is always this busy. Those figures in the distance are my kids. Lake Superior was even relatively warm, say 50-ish. There are good skipping rocks, too, although I'm a very bad skipper and Muffy dog isn't smart enough to know the difference between a skipping rock and a fetching stick (we're a lot alike.) As long as she's swimming, she's good to go.