        With the last cooler loaded, he dragged his canoe towards Lake Michigan, a task that was greatly eased by the wheels.  Setting the bow of the canoe down on the sand, he leaned back and gazed out over the brilliant azure waters.  Tiny wavelets splashed up on the sand, no more than one would see on a small lake.  Even this early, dozens of sailboats could already be seen, little white triangles slowly moving across the placid surface.