January 24, 2016 - Sunday morning

20 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Last night's sunset was beautiful. It began as merely being pretty, (above) but turned into something that was awesome (below). I was carrying in wood just before dark and happened to look off to the west. Had it not been winter, I'd have seriously thought Iron River and the surrounding area was on fire. God provided a brief, but gorgeous, show last night that even the brightest lights of any city can't compete with.

It appears the entire north woods was on fire. 
(This photo was not altered in any way.)

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At least two of the Pennington boys (and families) were making the most out of the winter storm that traveled up the Eastern Seaboard. My oldest son, Josh, who lives in Connecticut, received a fat bike for Christmas. 

Made for peddling in snow through rough terrain, Josh was thoroughly enjoying the blizzard.

Of course, the grandbabies were also making the most of the winter storm.

Wyatt

Ellie and Cody

Further north, in Maine, Luke and Coleman were passing the day out on the ice attempting to put meat on the table. Luke said fishing was lousy, but they were enjoying a fun father/son time together.

Coleman

Not to be outdone by Luke or Coleman, I too was out on the ice shortly after sunrise on Saturday morning. Unlike both boys, I found fishing good, the best it's been this season. In fact, I had to quit after two hours as I'd caught my limit of panfish.

I regained my fishing mojo Saturday morning and no longer feel as though I should be put far out on the arctic sea ice and left for polar bear food.

The rest of Saturday morning was spent cleaning fish. Other than having cold fingers, the filets peeled out from under the knife with little effort.

Sargie and I took a nice, long, drive on Saturday afternoon. We went to town where I bought an outside security light to replace the old one that died last fall and we found other treasures at the liquidation store far too numerous to mention. Thankfully, we didn't buy them all.

The rest of the drive was spent going from lake to lake. 

It seemed no matter where we went, people were enjoying a wonderful time on the ice.

Charcoal grills were blazing and children were laughing. As I've commented before, small town America is still alive and well in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

What to have for supper? Why fresh fish of course!

Sargie made the batter and the "fixins'" while I did the frying. We cut up a few potatoes from last summer's garden and feasted on two of our favorite food groups.

Sargie works from noon to five today. I'm going to hang the security light and then think about remaking the box on the four wheeler. It was originally constructed to carry the Clam ice fishing tent onto the lakes. After I mounted skis on the bottom of the Clam, it no longer fits. It's time to see what can be done about that.

But first, the odor of freshly brewed coffee is wafting this way. It's time for a cup of java and who knows, I might even think a deep thought... or not.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Found on Facebook and sent by Joanne, who lives in the suburbs of Atlanta