Made to St. Ignace, but the trip seemed unusual. Perhaps because it was Sunday and many people out. Perhaps because of sun and warmth (apart from one intense shower) No ice, no snow (except for scraps in deeply shaded hollows), no runoff. It felt, somehow, that we had leapfrogged spring.

Pax, of course, who has been itching for a swim since New Years, dove in at Menominee and again at Manistique, and again at Ignace.

All told, seven plus hours of high speed driving and we made it part way around Lake Michigan.