Until I retired I lived most of my life on the edge of Lake Superior. It is a cold and daunting body of water. My memories and both fond and frightening. My husband sailed ore carriers on the Great lakes, and was on a boat following the Edmund Fitzgerald when it went down. November was not a good time to be out on the lakes.
In my working years I would watch storms out my office window, seeing the waves break over the piers of the ship canal. I lived very close to the lake and one winter the lake effect snow dump caused our garage to collapse.
And the ice is blue:
I miss the big lake.