nary a wave
Published September 4, 2006 | 
Mister blue, you did it right
But soon comes mister night creepin’ over
Now his hand is on your shoulder
Never mind I’ll remember you this
I’ll remember you this way
-elo
But who can complain!? Suddenly just a couple miles from the coast the fog dissipated and the sky became deep autumn blue. With a guess and a couple additional turns I made it through the war zone of highway construction and was soon driving north to Bradford beach. I pulled into the parking lot a half hour early. Silbs was already there. Then soon with the arrival of JB we were carrying our kayaks through the trash filled urban beach. Now don’t get me wrong. It’s a beautiful area. Which made the bags, bottles and cans all over the golden sand all the more irritating.
We launched our small fleet of Nigel Dennis Kayaks out through a friendly frosting white surf and paddled north. I did my best to tuck in where possible to find any bit of turbulence to play in. One large break wall provided a moment of play but in truth the lake was just not in a playful mood. So we relaxed and took in the day. Upon our return I rolled a bit in the 70F water. Madly warm for Lake Michigan. The great lakes are becoming tropical. Then we returned to the beach, Loaded up the gear, and searched for a bit of lunch.
In a wink it seemed I was back on the road heading for home. About 15 miles from Madison, I made the mistake of believing a “BP” sign and exited off the road for coffee. Thing is, the BP was half way to Alabama in a town called Deerfield no less. I feel like I had driven so far south they probably were growing their own coffee beans! I think there should be a rule; If state funded road signs advertise “GAS, FOOD, LODGING” along the highway. They should be, well, along the highway.
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