January 19, 2016 - Tuesday evening

-5 degrees/clear/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Since I hope to go fishing first thing in the morning, I decided to write tonight. There's little on television worth watching and it seems now is as good a time as any.

With Sargie off today, we relaxed and simply enjoyed our time together. I did a few odd jobs this morning, first, working on finishing sewing the mitten.

I have no idea how long the repair will last, but it's worth a try. 

I promised my friend, John, the former superintendent of schools in Sitka, Alaska, some seeds from vegetables I've saved and (hopefully) improved on year after year. I spent some time today going through my supply and sent him an envelope with packets of several varieties.



John and his wife, Lana, split their retirement years between Sitka and their home in Boise, Idaho.

I've been wanting to take the four wheeler to the lake and plow a road going out to the fish shack. Today was the day. 



I'm going to try fishing where the shack is located one more day and if my luck doesn't improve, I'll be moving it again. I think the next move will be further out to where I caught most of my fish last year.

Over a half a mile of trail was plowed out on the lake

Sargie and I took our usual ride this afternoon, visiting several of the area lakes and enjoying the sunny afternoon.

Sargie is back to work on Wednesday. I hope to change my lousy luck ice fishing and actually catch a mess of fish. We stopped at the bait store this afternoon and I talked with the owner and my friend, Gloria. It appears I'm not the only person having a difficult time bringing any number of fish through a hole in the ice. I came home with a couple dozen crappie minnows and a small jar of wigglers, a water hellgrammite, hoping that a new offering might entice the fish to hit. 

It's time to let the dog out, bank the fire in the wood stove, and climb the stairs to bed.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...