When it's a sizzling, fry-an-egg-on-the-concrete-hot day, where do you go? For us, it was the beach.
Sturgis. But I digress.
It’s cooler near the lake, and indeed that was the case today. High 90s inland, mid-80s at the lakefront. We walked the smooth sand along the shoreline, letting the cool, clear water lap at our feet, with only gentle sounds of surf, seagulls, and conversation carried on the wind.
We've been there many times, even when conditions were less than ideal. The last time we were there, a number of years ago, the personal watercraft were out en masse, making it seem more like a racetrack.
One time, on a hot and humid day inland, we arrived at the lakeshore to find it completely fogged in. We spent some time on the beach anyway, though it was strange to enter what seemed like another world just a few steps from our parked car.
Another visit coincided with a massive die-off of alewives littering the shore. That was not a particularly good beach day.
Today, though, was about as close to perfect as it gets. If asked to imagine my personal “happy place,” it may well be this.