A beautiful sunset. Taken from our driveway Thursday night.

January 23, 2015 - Friday

27 degrees/cloudy/very windy

Pentoga Road

Thursday was a gorgeous day, one of the nicest we've had this winter. Highs were in the upper 20's with little breeze. Perfect.

And with that perfect picture, I headed out onto the lake bright and early. 

Fishing has improved, but oh, what a long hike. As usual, I was the only person on the lake.

Fishing was good for the morning hours. I caught several decent crappies and some nice bluegills. It feels good to have the ol' angling mojo back.

I quit shortly before noon and began the long walk back to the parking lot pulling the sled. It's quite the hike, from one end of the lake to the other. 

It took well over an hour to clean Wednesday's and Thursday's catch and ended with a large bowl of boneless fillets, more than enough for a fish fry tonight for Sargie and me.

It was too nice of a day to stay inside. I brought in wood then spent the rest of the afternoon working in the shop, putting tools in large rolling chest Sargie gave me for Christmas.

A multi-generation collection of screwdrivers. There's one in there that belonged to my Grandpa Reinhardt, several were Dad's, and I seemed to have collected fifty or a hundred over the years.

Sargie had an appointment with her beautician Thursday after work so our evening was short. She opens today, but should be done early and has the weekend off.

I was hoping to go for the hat trick today and see if I can make it three successful fishing expeditions in a row, but the wind is howling and freezing rain is forecast. We'll see what the day brings. Hopefully there'll be more fish to clean this afternoon. 

Assignments continue to pour in. So far/so good. Most of my students are in the graduate program and will finish their year-long internships this semester.

It's time to pour a cup of coffee, think some deep thoughts, and figure out a Plan B if going fishing doesn't work out.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

A bit of summer from days gone by.
Taken two-and-a-half years ago when Pat Sheahan and I hiked the Picture Rocks Trail along Lake Superior. We celebrated the end of a long day's hike with good cigars. And just like Bill Clinton, I didn't inhale.