Despite another polar vortex roaring through that has kept temperatures below normal and a lack of rain, the garden continues to grow.

 July 26, 2014 - Saturday
61 degrees/cloudy/calm
Pentoga Road

As usual, I'm running a day late and dollar short here this morning. Sargie is working early and I'm trying to get my early morning chores finished before I ride five miles down the road with her and walk back.

Sargie's flowers are brilliant

Speaking of walk... Despite the cortisone shots in both feet a couple of weeks ago, the right foot has begun hurting again with a vengeance. Not willing to sacrifice my upcoming hike along Lake Superior, I've begun experimenting with orthodics, tape, and padding, and believe I've come up with a method that will allow me to take my stroll. Stay tuned.



I hung the hammock yesterday, made some adjustments, and climbed in... just because I could. I'm beginning to get excited about a long distance hike again. With the knee being worked on last summer, anything requiring leg strength and endurance has been kept to a minimum. I think I'll be ready to go. Put me in coach, I'm ready to play.



With Mom's help, the last three feet of the walls on the storage unit were finished. Yooper Brother Mark stopped out yesterday to help me measure for the roof materials and pronounced it good. I did put the three foot section in backwards, but five minutes of work will see that turned around. I feel as though I've really accomplished something and as I told someone earlier, I am beginning to see a very small light at the end of the tunnel on this project. It's teeny, but definitely there.

We unloaded another truck full of wood on Thursday which made the second bin completely full. Boy, is that a good feeling. I'll now store the wood under a tarp behind the bins. If I make a through attempt on the Appalachian Trail next March, I'll need all I can get for the following winter. 



The garden continues to provide. I picked the first cucumber and head of cauliflower with everything else ripening at a rapid pace.

That pole bean is over ten feet in the air and still growing. I'd erect another stick for it to climb on, but I'm afraid I'll find a giant up in the clouds while picking beans.

I worked for some time on Friday in the side yard and that's beginning to take shape. I wish I could find an old pull-behind farm disc. I've owned a couple in my previous life. It seems with the price of scrap metal, they are few and far between and those that can be found are very expensive. Oh well, it is what it is.



Time to pack Sargie's lunch and get this show on the road. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...