September 29, 2014 - Monday
51 degrees/rain/breezy
Pentoga Road

Indian Summer is over. I hear rain hitting the metal roof overhead. The high for today is to barely climb out of the 40's and if there's any wind at all, the red, orange, and yellow leaves that have made this past week so picture perfect will be lying on the ground by day's end.



I skipped fishing Saturday morning so that I could finish working up the large maple tree that was cut down last week. I started around 8 AM and finished at noon. 

A wood pecker had carved this large hole in search of grubs. I wonder what critter was calling it his home?

That's a big job out of the way, but there are four more trees to work up before snow flies.

Breakfast for Bear Grylls. This would have been a buffet for any wood pecker.

Saturday was warm and sunny, far too nice to do mere work at home. I decided drive to town with the ATV in back of the pickup, leave the truck at Yooper Brother Mark's plant to be filled with wood, and ride the four-wheeler home. The plan was perfect, so was the ride.







It was mid afternoon before I arrived home and decided to enjoy my big meal of the day early. Steak, tomatoes, and a large potato from the garden. Perfect.

I worked the rest of the day on the backhoe, making a lot of progress on the last area of the backyard. 

This is the largest boulder I've ever lifted with the backhoe. Guessing? I'm sure it weighed close to half a ton. It was sticking out of the ground, on edge, just enough to hit with the mower. I knew in years to come, we'd be cussing that thing each time we mowed the grass and hit it with the blade. Not knowing its size, I decided to go ahead and dig it up. It took awhile, but the rock is now buried six feet under.

Brutus and I survived our second night without Sargie. For all the teasing about what party animals we both are, we called it a night around 9 PM and were sound asleep soon thereafter. 

I was awake and out the door shortly after 5 AM Sunday morning. With only one more day of Indian Summer forecast, I wanted to go fishing at least one last time. The scenery was something that calendars are made of.



As pretty as the surroundings were, fishing was horribly slow. I was going to quit and trolling back to the boat landing when the bluegills began hitting. I ended with several nice ones, plus a decent bass.



Sargie arrived home shortly after noon. She came with a big smile on her face and lots of stories of the weekend. It was good to have her back home.

Grandma got in a little Grady time while in Marquette

After it became certain that the Packers were going to defeat the Bears, Sargie and I rode the four-wheeler into town. The day was simply too beautiful not to.

We drove to Mark and Sheri's, but found they weren't home. 

"Mark hearts Sheri!" He made this planter earlier this year. They are currently doing a remodeling job on their front porch. 

We later met them at the local filling station as we were getting gas and spent a while catching up on all the latest happenings.

Sargie decided to clean the windshield while I was inside paying for the gas.

Sargie's back to work today. Brutus and I are going to continue to move items from the basement into the storage unit. I see a ton of papers came in overnight, so I'll have to put on my professor's hat for a couple of hours. 

But first, it's time to grab a cup of coffee and listen to the news.



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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Daybreak on Saturday morning