Lake Huron

The lake was a constant backdrop to their lives. If not for the lake it would just be another sleepy little farm town. Instead they had exposure to exotic tourists and summer romances. Not like those inland towns where there was nothing to do and the kids were all so dorky and straight. The lake was a life force and an entity that had its own special personality. Joan loved to watch its mood changing from calm and blue to angry and grey with giant waves crashing. Joan had visited all the Great Lakes, and thought Huron was the best.