Duck Days of Summer

Here’s a creative guest blogger submission from Mary Wyatt of Redford, Michigan.

“You don’t swim?” our host asked as the rest of the vacation-types prepared to enjoy the not-just-good-but-Great-Lake up close.

This isn’t swimming?” I replied, ankle-deep, scoping out all the best rocks on this particular stretch of Lake Huron beachfront. Mine, I tell you, MINE, MINE!!!! Oh.

Michigan Beach- OscodaThe beach here, north of Oscoda is gorgeous, just the right ratio of sand-to-beach-grass, comfy Adirondack chairs, sunshine, breeze, the sound of the surf gently lapping the shore. It’s just that the water is, well, I’d call it chilly, but up here the rating methodology is ducks. As in, how many ducks under water does it take before one is comfortable enough to enjoy the surf. A hot day might be classified as a two-duck-day. Cooler weather might call for three or even (gasp!-literally) four ducks. Beyond that is, I believe, hypothermia.

As a child, I was inseparable from the water. We nearly always had a backyard pool, and every Wednesday afternoon was spent at Camp Dearborn in Milford. In the summer, normal clothes were rarely worn. When a child woke in the morning, it was customary for said child to put on a bathing suit in lieu of real clothes. Kid heaven, no underwear required! All day we were in and out of the pool. Swim time lasted until one’s body temperature dropped sufficiently to induce Popsicle-blue lips. We got out long enough to have lunch, play on swings, enjoy some bike-riding, or play some tag (Not it!). When outside got boring, it was right back into the pool or the lake. We must have been the cleanest kids for miles.

At this advanced age, however, I have a hard time even using the lap pool where I work out. It’s only heated to 84 degrees, you see. The therapy pool, however, is a balmy 93 degrees.

So you see, it’s not that I don’t swim, it’s just that there aren’t enough ducks.

Travel Michigan Guest Blogger - WyattMary is a lifelong resident of Metro Detroit, and uses her devotion to the Red Wings to survive the winters! She teaches sixth grade because she enjoys hanging out with 12-year-olds. Some of her favorite Michigan places are Saugatuck, Petoskey, Traverse City, Dearborn, Oscoda, and Detroit. Go Tigers!

If you have any questions about his post, feel free to leave a comment, or contact Mary via email or Twitter (@middleagedwoman).