...after a trip to Espanola to pick up the Windrider discovered near Desbarats on the trip up, and now owned by Bob Cave.

Going to the dump is just part of life in the north, and sadly the dump "mall" has had a steep decline in the quality of castoff merchandise. We are "shopping" for the soon-to-be garage bunkie.

Brilliant, warm sun with a good bit of cool in the shade. The lake, all day, as flat as my singing. Looking like ice, but quite sure not because a couple of soft water boats were out tootling around on it

Oddly enough, the weather here is much nicer than that in Wisconsin.