I raced home after school today to fetch David, two dogs, a camera and my boots and off we went to Lake Superior. The sun was warm and the breeze gentle. We walked down the smooth-stoned shoreline lined with cedar and aspen trees on the upland side to find only a handful of agate hunters on the water's edge.Lake Superior is unlike any other place on earth-when I spend time with it I'm assured of that. Its cold, gray expanse lays out for what seems to be an endless, seamless stretch. This evening the waves were barely distinguishable, all water craft absent, but out in the distance we spied a set of snorkelers - a floating bobber marking their spot and every now and again their heads bobbing to the surface. They had the whole place to themselves. If you look REALLY closely you can see them in this picture!
This 65-degree autumn day was one of those warm, slightly cool around the edges kind of early fall days - the kind whose memory lingers deep into winter.
I took three stones - I threw one back into the water, put one carefully on the shore and the third I tucked into my pocket. I thought of Nike.
