Late September warm weather summoned an old quote to my thoughts.
From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free. Jacques Yves Cousteau
Lake Superior was calling me, and it was calling collect, time to be free.
I tossed the camping gear, snorkeling gear and whatever non-perishable food I could find in the house into the car and was off, back to the Keweenaw and a favorite camping spot.
Temperature was in the mid 80's the breaking waves on the shore called as I unloaded my gear and set up my tent.
The eight-year-old in me would not wait and I grabbed my mask, snorkel and fins and plunged into the inspiriting 64-degree water.
I warmed up in the setting sun before finishing setting up, starting a fire and watching the moon rise.
A sunrise replaced the moonrise, and I headed out to snorkel the red and white sandstone flats of Betsy Bay.
I enjoyed another night of watching the moon crossing the sky Infront of a fire until my eyes would no longer stay open.
In the morning, I packed up and had time for one more swim before I headed out for a hearty breakfast.