Reminder

About five years ago a man and his young daughter drowned in Lake Superior because of rip tides. They were tourists, visiting from an area without big water and rip tides. The temps were in the low 60s, it was drizzling, and the winds were strong enough. On my way to work, I had to wait for ambulances, squads, and rescue vehicles that went screaming down the street headed toward the Lake. I knew two things: It wouldn’t be good and the people who were in trouble probably didn’t know to stay out of the Lake on a day when the weather and wind combine to create rip tides. A couple of hours later, my fears were confirmed: Two people had died and they were from out of town. I’m guessing they wanted to swim in the Lake while they were here. Often when I drive by the spot where I waited for the police and rescue vehicles to go by, I think of the father and daughter and I curse the Lake that I love.