Maintaining great strides for Lake Erie
I, Michael Dee, have lived most of my life on Lake Erie. In 1955 my Dad escaped the city and bought a place on the lake, hoping to expand a boat livery there. But the devil fools with the best laid plans. Lake Erie nearly died in the 1960s, as did our boat livery. Today, while fishing five miles out, I ponder the magnificent fishery, the tranquility of a summer day, the impressive spring waterfowl migration, the majesty of winter ice, and the awesome storms of Lake Erie that rival the surges of hurricanes. 25,000 years ago the half-mile thick glacier that covered us for the ...