When this shipping channel navigational structure was erected, Radical Betty called it the Fickle Finger of Fate. I have never been exactly sure what she meant by that. After all these years I’m still not all that sure what it really does. I think the freighters don’t really need buoys and other navigational structures any more. But what the heck do I know.

Lizard Breath being a relatively new talker, misheard fickle finger as pickle finger and that has been its name ever since.

The GG put the motor bote in the lake this morning and went all over the bay and channel including over to Brimley and Bay Mills and out to the pickle finger. It was a good day for the bote.

After my brother died, his widow and I and one of his then teenage daughters took off in kayaks and sprinkled some of his ashes in various places, including The Pickle Finger. From the Pickle Finger it is between a half mile and a mile straight shot back to the beach. It looked like a storm was brewing and his daughter’s energy seemed to be flagging a bit and I was a little worried about her. We did make it back to shore (and I can’t remember if there was ever a storm or not). The Commander was waiting for us there and declared that there would be no more kayak trips to the Pickle Finger. Of course there *were* more trips out there but she was right that we were riding our edge by going that far out in kayaks in potentially bad weather.

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