Tired of being a weather wimp, on a cold Saturday morning (+22 F., -5 C.) I bundled up in two of my warmest sweaters, knit parka, wool hat, two knit mufflers (inner & outer), lambswool-lined suede shoes, and my fleece hunters' gloves with the cut-out fingers & pull-over mittens, and drove the three blocks down to our community's lakefront park. My intention was to take photos of ice-covered Lake St. Clair. I lasted for a grand total of 28 shutter-clicks before my fingers started screaming, "Get me out of here!" I complied with teeth-chattering alacrity.
Lake St. Clair--which is large enough that, looking due east, you can't see the other side--lies between two Great Lakes, Lake Huron to the north and Lake Erie to the south. The rivers that connect Lake St. Clair to its larger cousins are the St. Clair River and the Detroit River. It is bordered by Ontario and Michigan, and is an active shipping route. I live on the Michigan side, a couple miles north of the Detroit River.
