I think it was in 1912 or 1913 that more than a dozen boats went down in a big storm this time of year.
I used to compete in small bore nationals at Camp Perry every summer. Since becoming a mommy my competition desires have been put on the back burner, lol. The lakes are beautiful and deadly at the same time. I always took time during my week there to gaze at Erie and she sometimes looked creepy. I would even shiver. Growing up near Cleveland, the lakes were just something we always knew about. Now I’m in the Ohio Valley and people think of them as something exotic. Strange what small geographical distances mean to our world view.