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| It's not yet August and the leaves are beginning to turn. |
53 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
I wonder if these early red leaves mean we're in for a long, hard, winter? The National Weather Service seems to be leaning towards a prediction of fairly normal temperatures and precipitation and as we all know, they're never wrong.
I arrived home from my walk Saturday morning and visited with Neighbor Mike and Germaine for a few minutes. While sitting on their back porch, we watched their pup, Quincy, a pointer, stare relentlessly at a squirrel for well over fifteen minutes. She never twitched a muscle.
The rest of the morning and much of the early afternoon was spent working on the lights of the large trailer. What a mess.
I bent and pounded, coaxed and swore, and in the end, the pieces in which the lights are embedded were made workable again.
That task was finished by sanding off any and all rust and applying black Rustoleum. Assuming the seller still has it, we'll use the trailer when we travel to Escanaba on Tuesday to pick up the wood furnace.
A quick dash was made through the shower before I made my way to Caspian to help Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri register the parade entries for the centennial.
The Upper Peninsula fireman's muster and competition was also in full swing and I enjoyed the competitions between the various departments.
People from all over the UP and northern Wisconsin were there and for one afternoon, there must have been more people in Caspian than in New York City! Well, not quite, but there were several hundred.
I found the check in area and after receiving instructions from Yooper Brother Mark, began my duties as the parade registrar. (A fancy word meaning I signed them in and assigned each a number.)
It was a duty that I didn't take lightly. I even got to register Shirley Temple... I mean Isabella and draw a happy face on her registration card.
Grandma, aka Sheri's mother, was all decked out in her parade wear.
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| King and Queen of the Centennial, Art and Francis |
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| Once upon a time, what is now Grandma's house was the hospital for the local mine. |
The picture perfect weather ensured many the residents of Caspian were on hand to watch the procession.
With Mark walking in the parade, I rode with Sheri in the side-by-side behind the firetrucks. Our job was to gather any participants who might have become tired of walking.
Towards the finish, we picked up a marching band consisting of two members. One played the bass drum, the other was a drum major using a bread stick for a baton.
Most of the watchers followed the procession to the park.
It wasn't long before Mark began passing out the medallions and awards.
Shirley Temple received first place in her category.
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| All the first place winners |
Back on Pentoga Road, I quickly changed clothes, hooked the boat trailer to the Blazer, and waited for Sargie to arrive home from work.
Fishing was fairly good until we heard a large rumble from a cloud overhead. Since it appeared to be moving away from us, I wasn't overly concerned.
A second rumble saw us moving back to the boat landing. Our evening of fishing was over.
Sargie works today from noon until five. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I'd like to walk, but my feet are so messed up from the heel spurs that it feels like I'm walking on needles and hobble around like an old man. I have another podiatrist's appointment the first week of September. After trying one thing or another, it might be time to have both removed so I can once again become active. Sargie and I are planning on going fishing when she arrives home from work.
Meanwhile, I'm going to head out to the garden and get the day started. There are blueberries waiting to be picked.
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| A spaghetti squash |
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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