If you’re a hardcore Michigander, 68°F is “perfect swimming weather.” You’ve been waiting all winter to feel this specific type of rebellion. Go for it. You are a hero of the frozen north.
If you’re a normal human from, say, Florida, 68°F is a war crime. Stay on the dock. Take a picture. Post it on Instagram with the caption “refreshing” so your friends think you’re tough. They will never know the truth.
Either way, be safe. Watch for boats, don’t drink the lake (unless it’s wine on a boat), and remember: Torch Lake doesn’t care about your feelings. It’s just a very cold, very beautiful, very judgmental bowl of water. Now go make some memories—and maybe pack a towel you don’t mind getting sobbing on.
