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| An old log cabin left over from days gone by I love the logs, but especially admire the work put into the cedar shingles covering the roof. |
58 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
It's another cookie cutter day ahead in the Upper Peninsula. Though the temperatures are flirting with the eighty degree mark, it seems much cooler and more pleasant due to the low humidity. It's not to cool off until next week sometime.
Tuesday was a laid back affair. I began the morning in the shop. A friend of our's is a first time grandma, so naturally, the little one needed her name made from wood.
The day was so pleasant that I dragged a chair out into the barn to apply the sealer.
Sargie and I took a wonderful drive. First on the agenda was a stop at a thrift shop where I purchased a rowing machine for $20.
Once we were home, I rowed for forty minutes, equivalent to half way across the Atlantic, I think.
Yesterday's ride was on one of our favorite roads. Old farmsteads dot the landscape, each telling its own tale of years gone by.
Most are now abandoned and many have grown into disrepair.
Sargie and I remark how interesting it would be to go into each of the old buildings, not to take anything, but rather to touch the past. There's a lot of history in those structures.
We slowly ambled home after stopping by a couple of area lakes. Hoping to go fishing, there was a pretty stiff breeze so those plans were laid aside for another day or two.
I rowed on the machine late Tuesday afternoon. Sargie did laundry and other household goodies.
She's closes the Vision Center tonight. I'm going to finish rowing across the Atlantic this morning then head to the shop. After viewing so many how-to videos over the past week, I have a brain filled with ideas of projects I'd like to try.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Pronounced 'ah mi' ya' |
All done.
Sargie and I took a wonderful drive. First on the agenda was a stop at a thrift shop where I purchased a rowing machine for $20.
Once we were home, I rowed for forty minutes, equivalent to half way across the Atlantic, I think.
Yesterday's ride was on one of our favorite roads. Old farmsteads dot the landscape, each telling its own tale of years gone by.
Most are now abandoned and many have grown into disrepair.
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| An old log barn standing on a rock foundation. The roof is long gone. |
The afternoon journey took us to one of our favorite fall apple trees where we plucked a few. There weren't many this year, but what remained were delicious.
We slowly ambled home after stopping by a couple of area lakes. Hoping to go fishing, there was a pretty stiff breeze so those plans were laid aside for another day or two.
I rowed on the machine late Tuesday afternoon. Sargie did laundry and other household goodies.
She's closes the Vision Center tonight. I'm going to finish rowing across the Atlantic this morning then head to the shop. After viewing so many how-to videos over the past week, I have a brain filled with ideas of projects I'd like to try.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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