A fair bit of the whitish water emanated from the sky yesterday. So, decided to head out with the old camera and see what I could see. Well, lots of the usual, but certainly more beautiful, and in at least one case, some somewhat unexpected goings on in the neighborhood.
The old lighthouse–and I do mean old–is still there:
The ice machine, thank goodness, is operating:
White house, white fence, white, white white:
The dead confederate soldiers are still there, well organized as always:
The great white north:
Not a good day to skimp on the sunscreen or cool drinks:
I’m afraid that this kind of thing happens all too often up here. Snowmobile’s broke, too much to drink, take the boat out instead, get ‘er stuck, hoof it on home, etc:
No limestone hauling for a while:
The gulls hangin’ at the local watrin’ hole:
Bundle up for the coaster ridin’:
This was a bit of a suprise; Raf and Fed going at it right there on the local court:
Raf and I worked a bit on his footwork in the sastrugi. Being from Spain, he sometimes struggles with that a bit:
Well, that’s about all we have time for today. Keep your stick on the ice and all that.