When surfers emerge from the lake, icicles dangle from their suits. And out on the water they have to pump their shoulders every so often to break apart sheets of ice that form on their backs. If it’s too cold, ice chunks the size of Mini Coopers roll through the waves, making it impossible to surf.
How could there *not* be a fantastic story behind the hardy souls who ride the waves of Gitchee Gumee, even in wintertime? Not fantastic enough to compel me to take up the hobby… but just the idea that we have surfing on our own North Shore, makes me very proud in a certain familial kind of way. I’m stoked, dude! via Universal Klister.
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