Rocky mountain breakwalls
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Last summer’s high water in the Great Lakes, for example.
Imagine being forced to turn your gently sloping beach into an unsightly pile of massive chunks of quarried stone.
Imagine losing the music of waves lapping sand through an open widow as you go down in your dreams.
Imagine that you’re the one has to pay thousands of dollars for the corruption of your beach, not to mention 100 feet of Lake Huron shoreline.
Sharon and I took a little shoreline-exploration walk Friday and came upon this rocky mountain a mile down the beach.
The water is much lower this year but the rock piles along the shoreline are here to stay.













