Lifting. There was so much lift off that dune that hang gliders would launch off the top and glide high over the parking lot and almost to the water, banking and stalling and turning. You could fly off that dune if you had the right wing.
We did the next best thing: we ran. The angle of the dune was such that we would run so fast that our legs could not keep up with our bodies, and we would fly, pitching forward, heels over head, over and over until we finally ended sprawled on the warm slope, panting, flinging the sand off our sweaty arms, digging it out of our ears. It was a blast. It was so much fun that once we got our breath back, we started running down again.
That exhilaration, that rush, followed by a cool plunge in the fresh lake marked me, and I haven’t been able to stay away from the lake for very long ever since.
But how do you really take in the lake? The scope of it, the scale, the depth and width? I’d heard those statistics about the Great Lakes, like, if you took all the water and spread it over the lower forty-eight states, it would cover to a depth of ten feet. When hearing this, I always picture the land under ten feet of water, how high that would come on my house and think: why in the world would anyone do that? Then I think that that isn’t really true, because the states aren’t flat. So, Denver would be high and dry a mile in the sky, but poor New Orleans would be extra flooded, maybe hundreds of feet submerged this time. And hasn’t New Orleans suffered enough?
And you hear statistics about the depth of Lake Michigan—the deepest spot being over 900 feet—and how you could stick the Eiffel Tower there and only have the top observation deck sticking out of the water. Now, that makes no sense to me at all. Who would go to all that trouble to prove a point?
And then Lake Michigan contains over a thousand cubic miles of water. Cubic MILES. That’s not even a useful measurement! Even the name for the lake, Lake Michigan, is derived from the Algonquin word michigami meaning ‘big lake.’ Even the Indians couldn’t articulate it better than that.
I’ve tried to get the scope of other large things. I’ve stood on the rim of the Grand Canyon, but couldn’t process the size of it until I descended, step-by-step, to the bottom, then ascended once again. After you do that, anytime you even look at a photo of the canyon, you feel it in your bones, your muscles.I’ve driven around the lake, taken many trips along its edge. I’ve walked miles of its beaches, spent many joyful weeks jammed into summer beach rentals with friends and family. I’ve climbed the massive ice sheets tossed up onto the shore like modern ice sculptures during the winter. I walked the beach one early spring when these sculptures still remained at the water’s edge, but the sun was so warm that I took off my shoes to walk barefoot on the hot sand near the melting ice.
I’ve been on motor and sail boats on the lake and have even taken the Badger ferry across mid-lake. The name ‘Badger’ calls to mind a small, squat vessel with a bad disposition. I assure you it is nothing like that. At over 400 feet long and 100 feet tall, it is the only coal-fired steamer still in operation in the U.S. On this behemoth of a ship, its hold filled with cars and trucks and buses, about thirty minutes out of port, all you can see around the ship—even from the uppermost deck—is water. And that’s all you can see for the next three hours of steaming across the lake. This was one measure that allowed me to begin to wrap my mind around the scale of the lake. I wanted to have a more intimate interaction with the lake, though, and thought that walking, step-by-step, around the perimeter would be the way to truly experience it. So I pulled out a map of Michigan and began to study the lakeshore, beaches, refineries, major and minor cities, stretches of parks, the wild expanse of the southern edge of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. And I started mapping out this trip in segments that I would walk over one spring-to-fall stretch, always keeping as close to the water as possible and, if the water temperature allowed, allowing the waves to lap at my bare feet.
What follows is my account of this journey. Early spring through late fall, 2009, I will hike the perimeter of the lake in segments, beginning in Chicago and hiking counter-clockwise around the lake. I will post photos from each segment as I hike it, and then give an update of my adventures when that segment is complete. The shortest segment is 50 miles, the longest 185.
So, come along with me on this journey, this 1,000 mile walk on the beach.