Drab and colorless flood plain on the Crawfish River

Cold and gray, with a raw north wind. But, on the bright side, Sue and I went for a late lunch at Paddy's Irish pub in Fort Atkinson (Guinness and a prime rib sandwich split between us) and then for a browse at the great D. Foster Public Library. Pax had no real interest in the library, and unfortunately there were no sandwich leftovers, but he did enjoy a chilly ramble along the Crawfish.