I recall reading somewhere that visitors to Florence can go mad from the sheer abundance of beauty. I went looking for a link, but can’t find one. Perhaps I made it up. But it’s plausible, isn’t it? In any case, I suspect the same sort of thing might operate in lake country, and it may be even more insidious. Even people who live here are susceptible. Babs writes, From East Jordan to Elk Rapids. There are just too many lovely spots.
And so there are. We are spoilt for choice. I, for one, am unrepentant.
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Torch Lake Views 
Fee
August 30, 2010
I’ve been to Florence and I’m still (more or less) sane, but it is an amazing place. It smelled better than Venice, as well, which we had visited just before!
I love that view you’ve shown – the gradually deepening colour of the water from the shade of the tree is just gorgeous.
Gerry
August 30, 2010
Babs is a treat, isn’t she? And you know what? That’s exactly what it looks like. The Bay is all those shades of blue. Torch Lake, too. And Elk Lake, and . . . you get the idea.
Karma
August 30, 2010
A lovely “problem” to have too many lovely choices!
Gerry
August 30, 2010
Dazzling. Explains why I wander around in a fog, doesn’t it? Maybe not.
Beth Toner
August 30, 2010
All I can say is…. DAMN. Wish I were there.
Gerry
August 30, 2010
But then just as you were getting a really good start on watching the waves some dumb thing would come along like the day job and there you’d be, wondering why you ever gave up the exciting life in PA to come to the Wild Wild North to be aggravated. On the other hand, there would be the waves.
Cindy Lou
August 30, 2010
Oh – a beautimous summer day on a wondermously blue lake…..what could be better?