Fall colors on the local sumac bushes

September 24, 2018 - Monday

53 degrees/cloudy skies/breezy

Pentoga Road

It's a quiet one this morning, but then in these dark, early morning hours of this fall season, most are without noise. Assuming I make the grade and enter Heaven someday, I wonder if each day will begin by looking at pictures and writing with a cup of hot coffee close at hand?

I sure hope so. I enjoy both.

Sunday began with a three-mile hike to Pentoga Village and back. For the first time in months, my left foot was completely pain free before, during, and after the walk. There's a bit of stiffness in the bottom tendon, the one that ripped, but once everything is stretched and warmed up, it works as it should.

Attempting a through hike of the Appalachian Trail is back on my agenda. Maybe the year of my 70th birthday? Could be!

A few wild plums remain around the perimeter of Pentoga Village. I waded through some waist-high brush to get to the ones pictured below. Not nearly as good as Neighbor Mike's, two or three were tasty enough to snack on while walking back home.

I spent a couple of hours in the shop making a decoration for Halloween. It should be finished in the next day or two. 

An errand needed to be attended to in Iron Mountain, so after watching a bit of the Packers game, we hopped in the car. 

For supposedly having a championship year in Title Town, the team looks sick. We have some talent, but the Packers are going to have to do something different, perhaps a complete overhaul of the coaching staff. It seems every team knows our plays before we do. It could be a long season for the green and gold.

I worked for a bit on the area around the old burn pile late in the afternoon, hauling dirt and filling in low places around the yard. 

We made a quick trip to Iron River just before sunset last night and saw some of the biggest bucks I've seen all year... in the middle of town!

Though the picture is somewhat blurry, you can see the size and racks of these bucks.

It was easy to understand why there was such a gathering of deer, does and bucks alike. Seems they'd found one of their favorite foods on which to feed.

Apples? There ought to be enough to make a pie or two.

Sargie and I had a quiet evening. With a fire crackling in the wood stove, our eyes quickly grew heavy as bedtime approached. It was the end to a wonderful day.

Sargie's off today. I'm going for my walk in the few minutes then head to the shop for an hour or two. Later, I hope to finish the area around the old burn pile, rake it smooth, and possibly plant some grass seed. It'll be nice to call an end to that project. 

With all that being said, it's time to get this uploaded, strap on the hiking boots, and get some fresh blood pumping through these old veins of mine.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...