Water from the lake I live on evaporates and rains down in places I’ve never been. Springs feed streams that empty into rivers that flow to the seas.
But in January, the bitter cold of northern Wisconsin feels as far away from any U.S. coastline as it could be, Lake Superior’s icy edges not included. The push and pull of the tides has as much impact on my day-to-day life as the great wildebeest migration across the Serengeti. There doesn’t seem to be any connection at all.
I read a story the other day about rising tides and the growing risk of
