Sunrise Tuesday morning

January 10, 2018 - Wednesday

30 degrees/cloudy/breezy

Pentoga Road

I drove to Iron Mountain last night so I could ride home with Sargie. She opens extra early today so there's not a lot of time to sit around and think deep literary thoughts this morning.

As usual, it seems I'm a day late and a dollar short.

After a near perfect day on Tuesday, Carl the Weatherman is calling for freezing drizzle turning to snow over the next thirty-six hours. We sure enjoyed our preview to spring, even if it only lasted for a day and is still two months away.

The sun, sky, and temperature, presented perfect conditions for snapping a few pictures on Tuesday's early morning walk.

With Monday's warmer daytime temperatures, coupled with night time lows nearing zero, the world was blanketed in hoar frost. 

The countryside scenerey looked like pictures from a calendar.

Back home, I loaded the snowmobile onto the trailer, the ice fishing gear into the Blazer, and left for the lake.

It was in the parking lot that I met my newest BFF, Steve. Neither of us knew very much about the lake so we decided to fish together and explore the new (to us) territory.

Steve led the way on four-wheeler. I followed on the Tundra.

My new friend is from Florence, Wisconsin, retired, and a good guy. We exchanged phone numbers so each of us could have an occasional ice fishing partner in the future.

We caught a lot of fish, perch mostly, although most were small. We kept a few of the larger ones, including these first two I brought through the hole.

It was mid afternoon before I bade my new friend goodbye and made my way home. There was just enough time to bank the fire, hop in the car, and drive to Iron Mountain to meet Sargie.

We'll travel back together this morning so I can retrieve the car. Otherwise, since there's a chance of freezing drizzle and light rain, I think I'll spend the day in the shop.

Sargie's off Thursday and I caught wind there's a chance we may have a visit from no one other than the Hambone. That's still up in the air. I'll be babysitting Melinda and Tom's dog, Chief, the seventy-five pound Rottweiler puppy on Friday. I'm looking forward to some canine companionship, if only for a day or two. It's a busy time ahead. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...