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| taken: day seventy three 09.01.2013 |
On some days Lake Mille Lacs can really pack a punch. It can make you wonder where you are, on the coast of a great ocean or on the shore of a vast Minnesota lake?
The day before this, the water was calm, waves gracefully dancing off the shore, leaving the horizon with sailboats and serenity. It was a day filled with peace, rock collecting, swimming and canoe rides.
A day later the waves boasted some sort of raging assault, ripping crawfish from the warm waters of late summer. Not a single sailboat in the distance. Crawfish and sailboats, they don't stand a chance against those crashing waves.
On days like this, white caps always speak with a roaring wind, the kind of wind that requires you to shout just to be heard at a whisper. But step feet away from shore, up the hill and you'll find quieter, muffled wind. Where you can be heard again.
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