that is one of my favorite memories of going up north.
There's a very small town off the shores of great lakes in northern michigan named Frankfort.
It's my sanctuary. My favorite place to be in the world.
One year, we went down there, and a friend of the family told us "Hey it just rained, we should go over to the wild shore."
Wild shore is named as such, because its a portion of the shoreline that is undeveloped. and can be driven on by offroad enthusiasts in jeeps and other offroad vehicles.
There's a small beach there, and at the end of the path to get down to the beach, there is a harbor for the boats to come in, and wave breakers. Usually after it rains, the shores of lake Michigan are stirred up. The waves will pound against the wave breakers, shaped like giant iron teeth, and will shoot up like a geyser of water. So you're walking on this wave breaker, and you hear "FOOF FOOF FOOF FOOF FOOF" as the wave breaks against the wall, and is forced up into metal grooves, water exploding upwards from the sheer force.