August 23, 2015 - Sunday

63 degrees/rainy/very windy

Pentoga Road

Whew. I just put through a rough night with some sort of stomach ailment. I don't know if it was the Diverticulitis or just an old fashioned bug, but I was up at 12:30, then again at 2 AM and sat in my recliner for three hours. I finally went back upstairs to bed and catnapped for a while before I got up for good. I think I'm going to have to start watching what I eat, maybe lay off the junk food.

Mark and Sheri, Sargie and I, took off for Munising, Michigan, along the shores of Lake Superior, Saturday around mid morning. It was a beautiful day and as we used to tell the tourists who visited Sitka, it's a place where's it's difficult to take a bad picture.

As usual, I'll let the pictures tell the story.

Munising Falls

We spotted this all-terrain wheel chair in a parking lot. Sargie later looked the company up online. Though extremely expensive, if I lost the use of my legs, I'd have to rob a bank and purchase one.

Condominiums along the waterfront in Marquette, Michigan

The Superior Dome of Northern Michigan University. It's the largest all-plywood stadium in the world.

We arrived home last night around 7 PM. I plucked a few things from the garden for Sheri. Though we were invited to go to town and sit in their hot tub, we declined in favor of a quiet and relaxing evening at home.

We're beginning to enjoy these black cherry tomatoes. Ripe fruits are still rare, but we'll be swimming in tomatoes in another week.

A front came through during night bringing wind, rain, and much cooler temperatures. I think Monday's high is forecast to be in the low 50's. Thankfully, no frost is predicted.

The Packers play their second exhibition game later this morning. Depending on how the belly feels, I'd like to get up the last of the rafters in the shop and skip the ceiling for now. After being awake most the night, hanging particle board from rafters overhead seems like too much work.

This is Sargie's last day off until next Sunday. I think we'll spend most the day inside watching the wind blow.

It quit raining and I ought to wander out to the garden, feed the pumpkin, and see what needs to be picked.

The sunflower heads are so large that the plants can no longer support them. They'll continue their downward arc until the flower touches the ground and that will be the end for another year.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Yooper Brother Mark and I relaxing after a lunch at Dog Patch USA in Munising, Michigan