When I was little, one of my mother’s best friends and her husband, bought this Victorian mansion in Gary that they were trying to rehab and then flip. They would come and pick us up and we’d go out there and stay in this gutted but big spooky old mansion and then we’d go to the dunes.
When we used to go, I kid you not, with every step in the sand, we were stepping over dead fish. Dead fish were everywhere. Indiana factories did not give af about dropping pollutants and waste into the water and the state hardly regulated them because of the amount of industry they brought to the area. I was so disgusted. The husband had the nerve to tell me to stop acting so “prissy”. I must’ve been like 12. I was so pissed I told that nikka to stop short changing himself and do better with his life where he’s not content with going to polluted beaches littered with dead fish and that his wife deserved better. Nikka was about to punch me-lol. Needless to say, that was the last time I went with them and the last time I’ve been to an Indiana beach.
My grandparents stay in the North Shore so the beaches up there are very pristine. So that’s what I was used to. Either there or we went up to Upper Michigan to Charlevoix, Petoskey, and Harbor Springs.
And yeah, the waters up there are like glass. I paddle board and going out on the water sometimes feels like you are floating on air, you can see 30 feet or more to the bottom.