Mt. Washington

I plan to be standing on top of the AT's highest peak next July or early August as I make my way from Georgia to Maine

April 25, 2021 - Sunday morning

24 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Luke and Melinda were out for a drive this past week and paused long enough to take the above picture. Living outside of North Waterboro, Maine, their home is only an hour away from the White Mountains and Presidential Range of New Hampshire. 

Let's see, I have a couple more pictures of Cheeks from Saturday's drive to Houghton and Lake Superior. Hey, who doesn't love a picture of a happy baby?

Grandma Sargie and Cheeks were having a great time.

Yooper Brother Mark arrived bright and early for our Saturday morning walk. The sun was bright, the temperatures warm.

Back home, I saw Sargie off to Felch, not far from her home town of Foster City. I opted to stay behind and finish the workbench.

I'd purchased one set of drawer slides to replace a defective pair that came with the new workbench from Harbor Freight. When I went to install them, I found they were thicker by about 1/16th of an inch.

Thankfully, the drawers were assembled using only screws, not glue, so after some careful calculations, I took it apart and ripped 1/16th of an inch from each side panel.

With the first drawer finished, I went to slide the second into place and found those slides were also defective. 

Wait for a pair to be sent or simply buy another set?

It was a no brainer. I drove to town, purchased what was needed and returned home. 

The same procedure was repeated as before. I took the drawer apart, ripped a thin piece from each side panel and assembled it all again.

In the end, everything worked perfectly and the new workbench was slid into place.

I was later washing my hands in the bathroom sink and noticed it was slow to drain. The rest of the afternoon was spent doing one of my most unfavorite jobs, cleaning the trap under the sink and all that goes with it.

The removal of a combination of long blonde hair and other residue solved the problem. Sargie later told me the hair must be mine as what few strands still grow on my head are quickly disappearing while hers remains firmly intact.

Thanks for solving that mystery, Sargie. I've been wondering where my long, luxurious, curly, locks disappeared to.

We later made a quick run to town before settling in for the evening. With a combination of rain and snow falling, sitting by the wood stove seemed the right thing to do.

It's daylight and time to head out for my morning stroll. The sun is bright and the air is calm. Maybe I'll try another practice hiking video this morning. After all, I've yet to test drive my new, teeny bop, obnoxious kid, selfie stick. 

I'd like to clean the shop today so I can finally get back to doing some meaningful work. Otherwise, I'll let Sargie decide what kind of action packed day lies ahead.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

A fisherman enjoying the early morning hours on the Wisconsin side of the Brule River