Last night on a flag-snapping wind, stiff waves and a storm pushed at us from across the lake. It was fierce and glorious at the same time. We spent about 45 minutes playing on the beach…straining into the wind, racing, yelling though no one could hear us for the surf. We were having a great time, yet so different from the sun-warm beach with gentle waves and the light breezes of earlier in the day. Just goes to show…the beach is a perfect play-place, sun or approaching storm, and it takes so much of both to make an authentic “at the lake” experience.