This was our first Lake Michigan trip in 4 years. It was a triumphant return in many ways–the sand was comfortable, and the water was warm, which is a never in Lake Michigan. But the beach that we visited had very big rocks on the lake floor, making it too painful for the little children to venture in.
The baby would go in if I carried her. Then she’d try to get bold and have me let go of her. The waves were ever present, but mild. There was sand deeper in the water, but it was hard to get to, especially holding a baby. She just kicked and kicked and squirmed the whole time in the water.
We had a large group of black folk at the lake. Three women and 14 children descended on the beach. (Swim count: 2/3 adults could swim, 4/6 children, and 4/5 teens can swim). Four of the five teenagers looked like superheroes as they strolled into the water. The fifth teen was there under duress, not happy to be there at all. He kept his t-shirt on when forced into the lake to take care of his little brother. Later, a seagull came and pooped on him. His mother said that the poop mirrored his poopy attitude. It was ironic humor or something–sarcastic humor? Satire? You can’t make these things up.