As son, Luke, said,
Finally, a protest he and his brothers (and father!) can get behind.

June 6, 2020 - Saturday morning

50 degrees/clear skies/windy

Pentoga Road

I'm certain Luke was referring to the legal size limit for brook trout in northern Maine.

Not many pictures this morning, certainly no local ones. With the pocket camera still in for repair, unless we haul the large Nikon around, pictures are few and far between. 

Yesterday was spent in Rhinelander doing our monthly shopping. People? Lord, it was like Christmas in the big city, only without the protestors and looters. In fact, everyone was nice and polite.

We arrived home late in the afternoon and were delighted to find a large jar of raw honey. Tim and Rose had stopped by during our absence and left a surprise. 

Heck, we may keep them as friends. Thanks folks! Much appreciated!

Andy bought a new four wheeler earlier this spring and having ridden it only a few miles, decided to thoroughly test the machine on northern Maine's muddy trails.

This afternoon we celebrate our niece, Aria's, first birthday. In the Milligan world, that calls for a Mighty Milligan family gathering. The party's at Sasha and Alex's home in Iron Mountain.

Meanwhile, I'll go for my usual morning walk then head to Yooper Brother Mark's plant to load the trailer with firewood. As much as I hate to say it, winter will be here before we know it.

Josh sent a rather unique, yet beautiful, video of bluegill spawning beds near his home. If you look closely, you'll see two bass hanging out, trying to steal eggs that are being guarded by the adult bluegills.

Rather than give you an Alaska snapshot today, I have one of Ivy, worthy of being the final picture of the day. In true family tradition, she's spreading the love. 

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

Neither is that of a beautiful, innocent, little girl.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Know anyone else who would kiss a wild Canada goose on the beak? I'd expect no less of a Pennington girl.