Took Therese for a great ride on Heliotrope, to Harbor Island and back. No stop; just a look-see at the crumbling resort. Five to seven knots all the way, each way. Easy beat out, beam reach home. Actually POSH—Port Out Starboard Home
Below, a few shots around the house.
…Bay. From maelstrom to flat water, and now a slight breeze from the south.
Time to braid a little sweetgrass (grown in and imported from Whitewater). Also repair work on the old, green dinghy, aka the Suzie Pea, which, though rescued from a burn-pile, has proven to be a real workhorse.
We are staying up way too late watching the convention, but that’s why naps were invented.
…antlions, that is. (Myrmeleon)
The rocky, sandy ridge just up from the shore seems to be ideal habitat, and in spite of predation by grandkids, the population seems to be growing.
Meanwhile, today is day three of a traditional three-day blow. Wind lying down a bit, but still strong and producing sizable rollers. Kayaking among them quite interesting. Transients still stuck in the marina. (BTW, Hemingway has an interesting story titled A Three Day Blow, set, I believe, on Lake Charelvoix.)
Ferocious north-easter. Marina a maelstrom. Helped transient Looper try to secure his 44 foot powerboat, and offered night in the bunkie (declined). Hydro out all evening, so candlelight supper and early to bed. Early morning call to help move boats as a section of finger dock had broken. City crew also called to help, and help they did, although not really familiar with lines and cleats, but no one injured.
Still blowing like stink, but power on, and looking forward to watching the convention.
Sunday drive and picnic.
Back home to find the power out. As of now, out for about 4 hours.
…from caterpillar to butterfly.
The wee caterpillars gathered by the grandkids when they were here were tended by our neighbors while we were recently away, and while being looked after, the pillars metamorphosed. They are now out and about, and probably heading south.
…in the rain. Without a splash jacket. Getting soaked is kinda fun, although proof positive of a lack of planning.
Someone gave us a big hand as we drove on Highway 17:
Beautifully crafted—could it be part of some great sculpture?
And, welcoming us home, bottle gentians in bloom:
From sometime crops (but mostly weeds), the untended garden is being changed over to grass, ever bearing raspberries, and possibly a cherry tree. (We will need to find a supplier for beets.)
Grass seed spread, and in October the fencing will come down.
…along with a few other minor chores, and, of course, voting.
Above, silphium or cup plant, a prairie native, completely engulfing a drainage (and bullfrog) pond.
Might qualify for the Iron Butt squad. Dropped a trailer off in Minocqua and then carried on to Whitewater for—minor re-supply, hair cuts, yard touch-up, and VOTING. Our absentee ballots did not move fast enough, so now we vote in person. Remember, vote NO on the 2 trickily worded amendment issues.
Cicadas and crickets providing neighborhood background music.
But on the upside, we were able to find, deep in the fridge, the missing mayonnaise.
Overnight rain probably put an end to the recent partial fire ban.
Moving through the season. Yesterday’s sail race below.
Sailboat race (Heliotrope by a whisker pole), pizza party, traditional rock photo and annual measurement, etc.
More photos to follow.
Lots of activity.
Canine competition.
…and some sailing.
…among other things. Another beautiful day.
LOTS of small mouth bass—some over 3 pounds, caught at both the Falls, and right off the pier.
…sailing and at the mooring.
…with photos from yesterday. Photos by various.
