#lake michigan beach

[theknitpotato]

If you're brave enough to venture to the bottom of Michigan's Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, be sure you can get back up! Those who need rescue face a $3,000 bill. The cool water of Lake Michigan is inviting, but the climb up is no joke.

Credit: Senior Nezbit

[photosbymeganveldman]

A very cold Lake Michigan

[briargeese]

Ripples from a passing boat on a calm day at Lake Michigan.

[zfotos]

a trip to heaven

[huariqueje]

Montrose Green - Hiroshi Ariyama , 2009.

Japanese , b. 1957 -

Screen print , 12 x 9 in.

[copperbadge]

Something something pun about beaches.

Went to a beach evening with friends tonight and had a great time, but it still blows my mind that Chicago has sand beaches. The water was warm and everything!

For those of you who are having a weird moment: yes, that is a lake you're looking at. It's a Great Lake so more of an inland sea, but it is in fact Lake Michigan.

[ID: two photos taken on a north side Chicago beach; one shows golden sand, partially in shade, with Lake Michigan's waves lapping against it. The other, taken from out in the water and looking south, shows a couple of buildings and a hint of downtown in the distance.]

[vvnnie]

Lakefront

[julykings]

goodbye july hello august

[cosmicfaeriewitch]

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 🌅✨

ig: cosmicfaeriewitch

[emaadsidiki]

Rosewood Beach, Highland Park, Illinois.

[seldomfade]

1 or 2 series (except there is no 2) 2022, am rieser (my original work)

Pentax P3, Portra 400

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 28: Collecting Objects

The pack has a beach day, and Mountain and Rain spend it looking for a keepsake to take home.

Thank you so much to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together, and to @ghuleh-recs for making us the dividers <3

"Will this do, tadpole?" Mountain asks, holding up something small between big fingers, covered in their human glamour.

Rain chirps curiously, straightening up from where he's been combing through the sand. Behind them, the lake laps at the shores, water stretching off to the horizon, sky and water the same bright blue.

The band's on an off day, Papa deciding that a lake day would be good for all of his ghouls. Mountain's grateful for it, eager to take off his shoes and sink his toes in the sand, connect to his element. Rain, Dew and Aurora had happily dove into the water the moment the bus had pulled to a stop, even though Rain is a saltwater ghoul. Any water is good enough for their magick.

Cumulus and Cirrus wade through the waves, up to their knees, talking to each other in quiet tones, while Aeon and Swiss playfight and tussle in the water. Swiss keeps saying something about planting palm trees, and Aeon rolls their eyes, splashing water at him every time.

Papa's on the shore, under an umbrella, eyes shut behind sunglasses. Should they approach him, Mountain knows the old man will insist that he isn't sleeping, just resting his eyes. His face is slathered in sunscreen that smells strongly of artificial coconut and zinc.

Rain trots over, squinting in the summer sun at what Mountain's holding. It's cobalt blue and about the size of a fifty cent gumball, just slightly translucent and glowing where the afternoon sun hits it. "Shit, sunflower, it's perfect," Rain gushes, holding his palm out.

Mountain gives him a crooked grin, depositing the bit of sea glass into his outstretched hand. He watches as Rain rubs his thumb over the wave-smoothed edges, a bit of glass buffered and polished into a pretty little gemstone. It'll get tucked into one of the nooks in Rain's bunk, along with all of the other stones the two of them have collected together, until they get back to the Abbey.

The collection gets split evenly between two places. Half of the rocks will line the shelf above the desk in Rain's room, organized by color. There's a pile for each tour Rain's been on, can name every body of water he took them from.

The other half will go to the greenhouse, to the bed of flowers that Mountain keeps, one plant for each of his packmates, former and current. They line the edges of the raised bed, curling around the snapdragons and jasmine, the baby's breath and catchfly and daffodils. The stones circle the morning glories climbing their trellis, tucked around the petunias.

It's theirs, the same way Cirrus and Cumulus buy magnets from every rest area and truck stop the band stops at.

"Did you find one for me?" Mountain asks, watching as Rain inspects the sea glass.

"Mhm," Rain hums, reaching wordlessly into the front pocket of his shorts and pulling out a stone. It's flat and almost perfectly round, and if the lake were calmer, water glassy and still, it would make an excellent skipping stone. It's a slightly marbled grey, basalt, if Mountain had to take a guess, but he's more than willing to bet that Rain selected it for its shape rather than any unique coloration.

"This is perfect, Rain," Mountain beams, auburn hair glinting copper in the light. Rain gives him a grin back, and even through his human glamour, his teeth are just a little too sharp.

"How about I put these with our stuff, and we actually get in the water?" Rain offers, shifting on his feet.

Mountain's brow furrows for a moment, poker face nonexistent when it comes to his water ghoul. "Shit, didn't mean to keep you from the wa-"

Rain reaches up, pulling Mountain down by the shoulders to press a quick little kiss to his lips, effectively shutting him up. "Don't apologize. I needed to get a rock for you."

Mountain smiles again, unsure if the warmth on his face is just the sun or a blush. He waits until Rain's back is turned, depositing their stones in one of the pouches of his backpack over by Copia, before calling out. "Last one in is on dishes duty when we get back to the Abbey!"

Rain splutters, scrambling through the sand, and Mountain just laughs.

[meloncolliie]

dunes

[briargeese]

The sun is down, leaving gorgeous colors behind at Lake Michigan.

[wisco-warrior]

Sarah Goodwin

Point Betsie Lighthouse

[starryvomit]

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