...and winging north. (But far too high to photograph.)

Delectable breakfast at the DayByDay in St. P. with Nik and Ru.; then the less-than-five-hour-drive (including stops) back to Whitewater.

Once home, bike rides and pedestrian walks in the unseasonable warmth—which would be a lovely February respite if global warming was not dangling its sword of Damocles overhead.

Turn back you silly cranes; wait for April.