Winter seems to drag on longer in the U.P.
Even when things begin to warm up, you’re still reminded of cold and grey days thanks to the enormous mounds of still-frozen ice and snow piled up on the sides of roads and along the lake shore. But that doesn’t mean we don’t all get cabin fever, and by the time the sun is coming out we were ready to go out and do something. That something, apparently, was going to be climbing around Little Presque.
I wasn’t so sure about that. Little Presque is basically a beach that’s kind of out from the main city, with a little island not too far out. I’m not much of a mountain goat myself, and climbing around in the dirt and the sand and the snow wasn’t really my idea of a good time. But my then-roommate insisted, and so off we went, with our friend Will in tow. (Who was an odd Freshman kid, tall and gangly, who liked to bake like a Keebler Elf and was like my non-existent annoying kid brother.)
When we got there, it was actually pretty amazing to look at. There was still an enormous expanse of ice over the lake, stretching out from the shoreline to the little island. Where the water was lapping at it and it was beginning to melt it was warped, and large holes had been created in the ice. It was beautiful, but also potentially dangerous. Sure I was the only one who seemed to be thinking about those dangers–I always felt kind of like the Mom in these situations–but even I found myself loosening up as we traipsed around the frozen landscape.
I was nearly proven right on a few occasions. I absolutely forbade Will from going into a hole that didn’t seem to have any outlet, and that we wouldn’t have been able to pull him out of. My roommate also slipped and nearly fell in a hole herself, one that would have dumped her into freezing Lake Superior with no immediate way to get out. Still, we all managed to make it out to the island, where I got myself a huge bruise on my leg tripping over a fallen tree.
The end of the day trip found us all tired, winded, dirty and happy. Oddly enough, I didn’t even really focus on being dirty (although I’m normally fastidious.) We’d had a good day. On the way back we even heard the beginning of a weird little radio show about a superhero. A great day, and one of my favorite memories of running around the surrounding Marquette area.