Winter has cast its cold light onto the lighthouses, but they remain vigilant. Cold winds come running in from Lake Huron like invisible horses, but you don't realize you've been hit until after they pass through you. Lake Michigan winter winds are blunt and when they hit you, the punch is immediate, and you know you've been hit. I tell my friends that Lake Michigan is a moody bitch. It forces you to love her. Lake Huron lulls you in and captures you. Its magical personality captures you before you realize it. (You can decide if you prefer the good witch or the bad witch.)

I walked into a second-floor bathroom in a Lighthouse and was taken by surprise by its charm, it was more like enchantment...from a bathroom? Odd, but true. I eventually made my way outside and headed toward the beach and discovered some fairly recent Bear tracks and followed them to the edge of the remnants of a shipwreck (the Joseph S Fay.) The beach and the lighthouse in this area along the Lake Huron shoreline are interconnected to an abundance of maritime history as well as meandering bears.