From Screens To Storms…
…and, for the little breezeway stove, the gas turned on.
…and, for the little breezeway stove, the gas turned on.
…featuring ribs off the Green Egg; followed by campfire and s’mores in neighbor’s back yard.
Even with fire warm coats needed.
Fall has fell.
Time of year when it’s possible to find local, small batch-pressed, unpasteurized, true apple cider. Dark, thick as mud, beginning to ferment, and very tasty.
…half a barrow of beets.
Meanwhile, the Callery (Bradford) pear which was leaning from VI’s yard over our garage, and dropping limbs on it, was removed. Good riddance to a bad tree.
A few clouds, slightly cooler temps, and a bit of shiftiness in the wind.
Lots of fruit on VI’s crabapple, the good, native kind. All will be gone before Christmas.
Sunny, breezy, and very warm.
In the accomplishment department, truck washed and a lightbulb changed.
High in the eighties.
Big Green Egg back in service.
…as a change of pace. Maddie’s team won every match.
In the weather department, sunny and very warm—not what one might expect on the first of October.
……and everything sorta stowed someplace. At least the vehicles are free of their heavy loads.
Sunny and summery.
Lots of nice big beet’s ready for harvesting and pickling.
Too much traffic, too much driving. But, anyway, we are back to alternate reality #2. Very green here. Just a hint of fall.
…coming through the La Cloche mountains. Through every orange and every red, the full panoply of color, from yellow to purple. Hard to leave Kagawong, especially when the weather is so fine—but onward, ever onward. Fetched up at Manistique. Home tomorrow. (Photos by Sue)
…and a bit of a pain, but the cottage water system has been decommissioned and the cottage winterized.
Our foot valve structure is too big and too heavy, and is out too deep. Today we had to take the cockleshell dink out over the newly uncovered shoals and into a big surf in order to lift it and bring it in. Came close to capsizing… twice.
In sadder news, the last of the Fab Four canine companion signs had to come down today.
Mostly done except for water/winterizing, but that’s for tomorrow. Chilly but bright. Very dry. Water level very low.
…identified, sorted, labeled. Pulling boat cleaned, dried, covered, and stowed. Truck in for tire repair (of course).
Another perfectly fine day, wind north, warm sun, lovely temperature.
Pulling boat hauled, coreopsis heeled into upstairs garden, pier out.
Here is the sum total of this year’s tomato crop in the upstairs garden.
…end of season tasks are being done.
Today, Windrider power washed and put to bed, garage straightened, sailing gear stowed away.
Beautiful day, with a brisk north wind. Warm in the sun.
…at the Anishinaabe hotel and conference center in Little Current, with Therese. Very nice, and with food prepared by a skilled chef.
Later, after naps, Windrider hauled. .
Long after a beautiful morning here, it was to Barrie Island for a picnic lunch (plus).
Although Barrie is remote and mostly empty, it is not a lonely or foreboding place. Instead, with its meadows, fields of stone, and very large pastures, it is a friendly place—a place of peace and tranquility. Two beautiful mini-parks grace its west end, overlooking Bayfield Sound.
…of the trimaran.
From shore to shining shore, all across the bay, in shifty but sometimes decent winds. While fall is seemingly here, summer lingers.
Not enough wind for a sail, but plenty for a trip to the dump.
Also good day for bike ride and row/paddle.