The sign at the Pentoga Village junction.
This winter is a snowmobiler's delight.

February 21, 2019 - Thursday evening

20 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm a happy boy tonight. Sargie's back home and we're comfortably settled in, right where we should be. She might have only been gone one night, but I missed my Sargie.

Thursday began by cleaning the drive of the six inches of snow that fell yesterday afternoon. Thankfully, it was light and easily moved. I pushed the banks as far back as possible in preparation for the 10 to 18 inches of new snow forecast for Saturday night and Sunday.

It was time to hike to Pentoga Village and back. The plow had come through earlier and walking was easy.

I noticed Jambo's fence posts are almost covered over. This reminds me of a winter over forty years ago. Farming, we awakened one morning to find several hogs had escaped their pen. The snow was so high they walked out over the top of the fence.



I'm amazed how much snow has fallen just this 
month alone. We're officially in the mid sixty inch range and if the Carl's right about Sunday, we could break the record for February's total.

Stay tuned.

The afternoon was spent trying one thing or the other in the shop. My newest project was to use a grinder to hollow out the two hickory boards that were laminated yesterday.

I'm not at all certain this is my favorite shop activity. Making the bowl was fun, but grinding, even using a special wheel, makes sawdust, lots and lots of sawdust.



Right now, it's covering every square inch in the shop, all the benches, every tool, every project. I told Sargie tonight that it will take a full day to clean. 

I wore a dust mask today, ear protectors, and a face shield, and even with those those, I was absolutely covered by the time the bowl was shaped.

My glasses were so dirty that I couldn't see six inches in front of my face.

If I ever make another bowl like this, it won't be until warmer weather when the grinding can be done outside.

Sargie closes the Vision Center Friday evening. I'll go for my walk in the morning then begin to clean the shop. I've already made the executive decision not to do any more grinding until it can be done outside. The bowl can wait.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

It's a bumper crop of snow we're harvesting this year.
Thanks Eileen!