When I was a kid my parents would go on long road trips throughout the SouthWest. A few times we’d stop by the Great Salt Lake. I remember one time it was windy and my Dad and I went walking out into the lake. Hundreds of yards out and the trough of each wave was between my calf and ankle but the peaks were over my head! Admittedly, I was only about 40 inches or so at the time. :)