The Great Lakes have a way of snapping us and our lives back into place. But what happens when they don't? What happens when even the awesome power of Niagara Falls is no match for how out of place we are? As even our reflections seem lost as they wander About The Water.

Grab your bike, my Freshwater Friends, we're headed North! Along a Lakefront path, in Marquette Michigan, we'll receive a message. One that is silent, unspoken, and yet still echoes About The Water.

The title says it all. Keep an open mind, and a respectful curiosity, as our jump into the deep will undoubtedly leave ripples About The Water.

A strange feeling sweeps over us as we cruise the deserted Northern shoreline of Lake Michigan. As we ask ourselves, is this place even real. It's a proposal that may not be as absurd as it sounds, as a lone motorcycle engine on a dark coastal highway echoes About The Water.

We're off for some Trick-or-Treating in the Lake Erie town of Ashtabula, Ohio. It's here, where the award for best costume just might end up going to the strangers who aren't wearing one. The autumn breezes blow as the darkness begins to creep About The Water.

Every contract assigns a debt to be paid. And as we set off for a homemade recording studio, on the Wiarton, Ontario shores of Lake Huron, we'll learn just what can be a stake when we decide to sell. A piece of our soul. As words that we once called our own cease to echo About The Water.

As we wander through the woods, along the Northern shores of Lake Superior, we'll find ourselves taken by surprise by both the explainable and the unexplainable. As the sound of steel on steel does and doesn't echo About The Water.

We set sail for Lakes "M" and "O" for two stories, in which ghostly sails cut through the laws of physics, and puffing steamers defy logic, as the "U" truly finds its home About The Water.

Let's trawl the Western Islands of Lake Erie. In our nets we hope to find a, well, I guess we'll know when we see it. As the sound of screams and gunshots echo About The Water. 

I can tell you that we are headed for the Southern waters of Lake Michigan, to my hometown of Chesterton, Indiana. Beyond that, what lies in store for each of us I can't really say. As I'm not sure that this story has reached its conclusion yet. As winds the still are still howling About The Water.