“In the month of May, when spring is a blessed fact in most places, churlish Lake Superior declines to be a good neighbor. This greatest of fresh-water bodies hangs on to departing winter by its coat-tails, fights hard to keep its vast ice-fields from withering before the prairie winds. Some days the westerly winds drive the ice-floes beyond the sight of land. Then the wind shifts, and back come the chalk-white rafts to jam the bays and harbors and river mouths. When the lake wind is king, its cold will be felt some distance inland.”

-Gordon MacQuarrie
“The Kitchen Sink Fish”_
Stories of The Old Duck Hunters & Other Drivel, 1998