crissi manitiu
production coordinator
I’d never celebrated a more beautiful sunrise. Mostly because the day before I feared I may never see another. That possibility hit me harder than the icy water in the middle of my five-mile swim across the straights of Mackinac. Now, perched near the top of Mackinac Island’s famous Arch Rock, I thrust my arms into the air to welcome the new day with a combined sense of achievement and wonder. And thank God for the 8-year-old Cub Scout who was there with his Den. I’d forgotten that my iPhone wasn’t waterproof, so he took this photo with his.