Anatomy of a Waterfall

By Eric Ruelle

I grew up in Port Huron, Michigan. The town, known affectionately by some residents as PoHo, is located in the thumb of the state, just across the border from Canada, about an hour north of Detroit. The best feature about PoHo is that it lines Lake Huron – that means when summer comes, it brings boating, bonfires on the beach, water-skiing, late-night swims, and more. 

One of the most time-honored traditions there, dating back to 1973, is the Port Huron Float Down, an event where participants grab whatever floatation device they have handy, and let the current take them on a three-to-four hour journey down the shoreline. Thousands of people show up to spend the day in our town's greatest resource.

My family has participated the last two years; last year I was able to be there, floaty in hand, but this year I couldn't be.

And while I deeply missed the opportunity to enjoy the company of family and friends in the sunshine, today I began my own journey down at Loyola University Chicago. It was my first Higher Ed orientation, and believe me, I can feel the current here starting to pick up.Prior to this week, my Google Calendar was sparse, and now with the school year quickly approaching, my days are dotted with an array of appointments. How suddenly the pace of a year can switch. Summer is at a crux; fall is just around the corner. Now, I can now only rest on the advice from the returning students and faculty, to “lean into discomfort,” on the edge of whatever waterfall is waiting for me just around the bend.

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