All that remains of two old bridge abutments that aided in transporting material from the old iron mine in Iron River

November 9, 2020 - Monday morning

56 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm told today is to be the last of our Indian summer for this year. I guess it's time to move on with the seasons.

I'll say this. After suffering through the October from hell, November's been a meteorological delight. With temperatures in the 70's, Sargie's been especially happy to wear shorts daily, something that's unheard of in our northern climes this time of the year.

Arriving home from my morning walk on Sunday, I busied myself by using the leaf blower to rid the back deck of spruce needles. The recent warm weather has been accompanied by high winds and with that, the spruce needles were thick and constantly tracked into the house.

Not far down Pentoga Road, I discovered a burl on the dead branch of a spruce tree. Though somewhat small, the size of a soft ball, I'll be harvesting that from which to make a small bowl.

Sargie and I enjoyed our two mile stroll in Iron River Sunday morning. We came across this perfectly white rock sitting on an old post from the mine days. I'm almost wondering if it's part of a geocache sight.

A person sees a lot of things when he's walking that would otherwise, go unnoticed. For instance, here's a dilapidated house we've driven by numerous times, but have never noticed the HUGE hornets nest under the top eave. 

The shop was finished Sunday afternoon. With the floors, benches, and tools dusted and put away, I immediately began sanding the ring bowl. It had been previously sawed in two, the deep inside sanded, then glued back together. 

More sanding is required, but at least I won't have to stick my hand too far down inside the long, narrow, vessel. The last time I tried doing so, I almost broke my wrist.

After checking the trail cam, it appears we have a couple of bucks rambling through our acreage. This one, an eight pointer, would be considered a decent harvest.

Jambo and his son, Dr. Paul, recently set up a hunting blind somewhere towards the back of our property. I'd like to see one or the other harvest a nice buck this year.

With little or no face-to-face education happening in his school district, I heard that we'll have Hambone the week after next due to the virus. Though I am looking forward to his visit and having my shadow follow me around for several days, it makes me sad to see the continued educational dumbing down of America. 

Today could be a busy one. Sargie and I have talked about putting up the outside Christmas lights. A trip to the dump has also been discussed and then, there's that bowl to be sanded, another in the wings, and a million Christmas presents to work on.

Every day may be a holiday/every meal a feast, but as we all know, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Someone should point out to Hambone where his mouth is