This is a great spot. Just to your right, huge old trees go right down to the water, and fishermen and kids occupy the shady rocks and roots. In windy weather, waves crash against the rocks to spray the lighthouse and whip the branches of the old trees.
In summer, there is an abundance of free sailboat fuel, and you can often see sailing regattas of 200 boats and more passing offshore.
But in winter, Borealis, the great North Wind, howls down from the Arctic, across the frozen Canadian prairies and the upper Great Lakes and pounds this shore with subzero gale force winds. I've been here in January when it's almost impossible to stand, and the roaring and howling of the wind and the crashing of the waves is a force to behold.
By midwinter, Lake Erie often freezes over completely, and all you see is white to the horizon, with shadows of the clouds racing across the ice.
I loved this photo when you sent it to me. I even more love the comment you left Jocosa! I felt like I had seen all the seasons and was exhilarated by them. xxoo
Thanks Mali! I'm going to try to get out there to take some pictures next winter. It's a very very different place when it's a windy 10°F (-12°C) and covered in snow!
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In summer, there is an abundance of free sailboat fuel, and you can often see sailing regattas of 200 boats and more passing offshore.
But in winter, Borealis, the great North Wind, howls down from the Arctic, across the frozen Canadian prairies and the upper Great Lakes and pounds this shore with subzero gale force winds. I've been here in January when it's almost impossible to stand, and the roaring and howling of the wind and the crashing of the waves is a force to behold.
By midwinter, Lake Erie often freezes over completely, and all you see is white to the horizon, with shadows of the clouds racing across the ice.
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