…antlions, that is. (Myrmeleon)

The rocky, sandy ridge just up from the shore seems to be ideal habitat, and in spite of predation by grandkids, the population seems to be growing.

Meanwhile, today is day three of a traditional three-day blow. Wind lying down a bit, but still strong and producing sizable rollers. Kayaking among them quite interesting. Transients still stuck in the marina. (BTW, Hemingway has an interesting story titled A Three Day Blow, set, I believe, on Lake Charelvoix.)