Leaving from the beach behind my house I would travel southeast until I reach the Superior Canal, turn right and head through it, then head northwest up the Superior Bay to the dock across the street from home. I'd packed the essentials. A half eaten bag of potato chips, several unbroken cinnamon graham crackers, an apple, a bottle of water and my ever present roll of toilet paper, just in case. Squeezing my valuables in to the cockpit of my crude but floatable kayak, I shove off in search of adventure. Paddling this great lake can be a challenge, but this day the waves are perfect for playing, the water as temperate as an August ocean.
Lake Superior can be quite comfortable when the north winds bring surface water ashore.
On a day like this no wet suit or other body warmer is necessary to protect one from a chilling dip. Off shore, my cares jump overboard. Overhead, the sky is a swirl of blue and white. My head empties, the rhythm builds with the waves. On shore, folks are frolicking everywhere.