"But Master Yoda I'm not afraid." - Luke
"You will be... You...will be." - Yoda, Empire Strikes Back

Lake Michigan, like many of the Great Lakes, is one of the last frontiers of windsurfing. To this day there are still unexplored sites or remote sites that have not borne witness to their biggest day.
The sheer volume of water in the waves generated by this lake is impressive. If the sight of the waves doesn't scare you, the sound creeping up from behind might. After you've been pummeled by one of these waves, nobody will have to explain to you what 62 pounds a cubic foot means. If at first you don't grab the concept, don't worry; every 6 seconds you'll get a reminder.
The shock and awe days that the lake provides are balanced by the highest number of skunkings you'll ever experience. Everybody has his or her limit, and Lake Michigan will eventually find yours. Nobody will give you a hard time if you choose to just "sit in the car." That's always a better position to be in than begging the lake just to get you back to shore, with or the without your gear.
"I need a fix 'cause I'm going down" - The Beatles, Happiness is a Warm Gun

Large crowds, different languages spoken, and industrial sights and sounds: Wolf Lake is urban windsurfing at its best. Before you head out for a fix to cure your "jones", make sure you know where you're headed and avoid the many temptations of the South Side.
You don't have the time (nor is this the place) to pull over for gas, purchase anything from an independent pharmaceutical rep or solicit the services of a personal recreational therapist. Stay on the highway and mainline your way until you cross the moat into the lakefront community of Hammond. Our vice is windsurfing, the greatest addiction known to man.