January 26, 2019 - Saturday evening

-7 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

True to my word, I did little today. Since the sun was out, Sargie and I decided to take a ride around the area early this afternoon. The conditions were perfect for taking pictures.

We were surprised to see so few people at the local ski hill.

Though the parking lots were full, few skiers were swooshing down the slopes. I guess the below zero temperatures, coupled with the gusty winds, kept most inside the lodge.

In fact, we had to wait several minutes for a solitary person to come screaming down the hill.

There was an open stream flowing into one of the lakes a few miles away. With temperatures reaching to almost thirty below zero last night, it must be spring fed.

We saw a herd of deer feeding in the middle of a lake. Sargie and I both came to the conclusion that someone must be dumping corn to lure them onto the ice. There's not a lot of natural browse that grows over thirty feet of water.

What? Two deer in someone's front yard? We had to look twice to see which was real.

We sat for several minutes watching the small fawn demolish the bare, decorative, bush. The camp owners are in for a horticultural surprise when they return next spring.

Sargie was quite surprised at how heavy the winter coats were on a herd of horses that were feeding. As she said, they looked as though they were covered with velvet.

We returned home later in the afternoon and resumed our lazy ways. I perused seed catalogues, turning videos, and oh yes, I carried in enough wood to last the rest of today and tomorrow.

Before officially retiring for the day, I took a snowmobile ride up to Jambo's to check on his camp. He's had some furnace problems lately so we wanted to be sure it was working.

While there, I took a quick ride around his field, enjoying the powder snow. Despite the cold temperatures, it was a picture perfect day.

Sargie is off again tomorrow. I plan to rise at my normal time and get the shop warmed up. There's simply too much I want to accomplish to have yet another lazy, do nothing, day.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...