Darn, I missed it. This was hanging outside one of the local taverns... and people think we lead boring lives in the North Country.

August 27, 2014 - Wednesday

51 degrees/partly cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

The past two days have been filled with fishing and working on the shed; neither worth writing about.

Al Gore wouldn't have liked this weekend article in the Iron Mountain Daily News. It said that in July, Iron River was the coldest place in the UP with a monthly average of 59 degrees.

Thankfully, progress on the shed has been much more successful than fishing. The roofing is installed and all seams and nails sealed with roofing tar. The flashing has been installed between the barn and roof and all that remains up above is to seal the top of the flashing. It's under the eave of the barn so I'm in no real hurry as long as it's done before cold weather.

I finished the ends of the shed on Tuesday. Both pieces were quadrangular with each side having a different length, but donning the magnifiers and triple checking my measurements, I made the right cuts the first time around. I felt like a construction god after!

Fishing... let's not even talk about fishing. With all the rain that's fallen, the panfish have been turning their tails on any lures or bait that's offered. I may go this evening, then again tomorrow morning early. 

I've been working on the porch swing and painted it yesterday. It should get hung today and I can cross that project off my list. 

So, we're busy on this end of the continent. Seems as though I get up in the morning and before I know it, I'm going to bed. Sargie's putting in long hours and has been working around the house and yard when she gets home. Thankfully, she's off on Thursday, but I know she'll be running all day in preparation for Saturday's gathering, something we're both looking forward to a great deal.

Not only is there jello wrestling, there's no shortage of wolves. I know they run through our property and am thankful Brutus stays close to the house. Even with his massive jaws, he'd be no match for a wild wolf.

Meanwhile, it's time to pick up the hammer and start putting trim on the shed. It ain't gonna do it by itself.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...