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Previously released segments united under one title, my Chester Creek magnum opus.
Every time I turn my GoPro on to check the settings, it takes an accidental self-portrait. I junked the first ones before realizing these random shots could function as a record. So this is what summer 2013 in Duluth, MN was like, which I spent dressing as Aquaman and recreating in the water.
A brief tour of Lake Superior — by foot.
All the random animals that have crossed my path over 3-4 years of summer lake videography, familiar for the most part to regional residents. There were others that didn’t make it on video including river otter, sturgeon, various birds incl. loon seen threading between underwater boulders.
Summer 2013 at various Lake Superior beaches and Lester River swimming holes.
Here’s a link to all the original videos if you missed any.
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So much fun to swim here. Go to Perkins on London Road, cut down to lake, go 50 yards to the right.
I saw broken bottles underwater at a popular Lake Superior swimming spot in Duluth. A few days later I was able to return and used my powers for good to clean up after the bad guys. You can either wade in at the shallow end of this spot, or rock-jump in at the deep end, either way there was broken glass within reach of innocent bare feet. It was the remains of at least five separate beer bottles, probably from one douchebag at a party of cowards.
I spent about three hours collecting all the glass I could in dives lasting 30-45 seconds each with rests to catch my breath in between. I couldn’t get it all, there were many shards too small to pick up, but they will wash away most easily into the deep. All of it would have turned into smooth beach glass sooner or later, or been sucked out to sea by the next storm, but in the meantime this mess sat there for several days and could have easily lacerated someone. I was very careful picking it up, but obviously it was a little risky and the wave action was moving me around quite a bit (good thing my Atlantean physiology is adapted to the pressure at great depths, so my skin can even resist machine gun fire).
Be warned: I protect this lake, and those who come here. If I catch anyone breaking glass at the beach I will not hesitate to call the police. Either that or I will telepathically summon a giant catfish to eat you.
Local news spot here.
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I had a foolish close call cliff-jumping, but got it on video. Here’s the bone-chilling tale of hubris and naked luck: hottest day of the year but the lake was ice cold so I went to the cliff-jumping swimming hole on Lester River known as the Deeps. I’d made a video there before of jumping from up high, but I hadn’t jumped from the highest point yet, so I tried it.
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Many people don’t realize Lake Superior is infested with fearsome man-eating alligators.
There’s a small boat wrecked off the 2600 block of Park Point, nicknamed Sophie’s Wreck after the girl who first spotted it through the clear ice of a few years ago. I tried to find it the other day and wound up meeting and talking with Sophie’s mom who said the shifting sands had covered it for a year or so now. I looked for it anyway and, failing that, goofed around in a few feet of water. It was an odd feeling knowing there was a shipwreck close by, perhaps right under me, expectantly prepared to see it at any time.