Katherine writes: I was standing on the balcony watching the storm come in and thinking “if I was in one of those boats I’d be a little concerned.” But the colors were fantastic and you could see the “cribs” where the old dock was.
Sure enough, there on the sandy bottom are the old cribs that supported the dock at John Wesley Pearl’s lumber mill. Once upon a time all those hills across the lake were bare, the trees logged off and shipped to Chicago to rebuild after the Great Fire. Now the hills are green again. Pleasure boats ply the lake, running ahead of the storm.