Dueling cousins

Squirt (l) is almost nine months old

Cheeks (r) four weeks old

March 1, 2021 - Monday morning
8 degrees/cloudy skies/windy
Pentoga Road

At least Squirt has finally grown beyond size newborn, but if she doesn't get busy, she'll be wearing Cheeks' hand-me-downs in another month or two.

It was a time of indecision in Green Bay Sunday morning as we watched the others depart for home. All were in a hurry to arrive before the forecast storm arrived, but having a two-wheel drive vehicle  was problematic for us. 

Sargie and I had made a conscious decision to see how the conditions played out before either staying an extra night or coming on home Sunday. In the end, we made a mad dash for the north country and barely made it home before the storm began dumping wet, heavy snow, in earnest. 

The morning wasn't a complete wash out. Once the decision was made to come home, we stopped by Costco for fuel and onto Harbor Freight where I purchased a 12 inch disk sander.

It was time to rock 'n roll. We talked with Holly who was an hour ahead. She gave us the all clear and as Rubber Ducky once said, we put the hammer down.

Conditions were good until we got to Florence, Wisconsin, just fifteen miles away. It was as if God had drawn a line, saying, "Now you get to earn the rest of your journey."

Snow was pounding down sideways and roads were slippery. There were two happy campers who slid into the drive early Sunday afternoon.

Sargie unpacked while I opened up the house and started the fire. After we watched President Trump's speech to CPAC, I headed out the door to clear the drive, deck, and path to the garden.

The snow was wet and heavy and I estimate about four to six inches fell. Mark reported they had closer to eight inches if not more. Ross said the storm had missed them completely in Iron Mountain. 

Goofy weather. 

My 10 degree down quilt arrived while we were away. With Sargie's help, I figured out how to attach the insulated sleeping pad. With its arrival,  I have my "big three," pack, tent, and quilt, for next year's trek. 

That's about all the news from our end of the country. I'm going for a walk then return to set up the new sander in the shop. Just one problem. I have NO idea where it will go. There's just not a lot of room at the inn.

I was lying in bed this morning thinking I may have enough scrap pieces of 2x4's to make a small bench/table and stick it in a corner.

As Brother Elmer, the wise Inupiaq Eskimo elder, used to say, "Only fear is holding you back."

Yeah, well, I ain't skairt.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Good at multi tasking, Macrea has eating while feeding Cheeks down to a science.

Whoops, just found out that the picture is several years old. That's Hambone he's feeding. Good thing he got in practice for Cheeks!