After last week's water deprived hike, no truer words have ever been spoken. Thanks Norriene.

June 22, 2021 - Tuesday morning

45 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm sure having a hard time kicking it into gear this morning. I spilled coffee first thing, the computer crashed, I about knocked over a glass of water on the end table, and it seems my fingers don't want to move. 

Maybe I ought to go back to bed and start over. Naw, that's not my style.

Let's see, results from the trail cam placed in the garden to see what was pooping on the rocks alongside the pond produced the following. Appears Sargie and I have been caught.

We've since moved the camera back to the woods to capture whatever critters happen to be tra la la'ing up and down the main trail.

Monday's doctor's visit went okay. Medicare and the insurance company agreed to cover a new, stronger, medication, so I was injected with something that felt to be a combination of jet fuel and Dawn Dish Detergent. Man oh man that hurt. Add insult to injury, the doctor, whom I like very much, nicked a blood vessel resulting in a case of Zombie Eye. 

At any rate, I don't have to return for another injection until the beginning of August.

I guess I should be grateful that both insurances gave the doctor permission (for coverage) to use the new medication. Doesn't that make me feel good, to know that the future of my vision rests in the hands of some underwriter from Medicare and an insurance company? 

.... and they laughed when my acquaintance and fellow Alaskan, Sarah Palen, said the government was creating death panels.

Sargie drove us home from Rhinelander. I didn't know my eye was connected to my belly but evidently it is. My stomach became upset so, reclining my seat, I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep. 

I felt much better after a quick stop for lunch and by the time we arrived home, my belly was back to it's old fighting form. Believe me, there's plenty of it to fight.

Time to do something.

The upright freezer in the garage has needed defrosting for sometime. 

The temperatures were cool, Sargie and I were young (at heart) and carefree. Why not celebrate life and defrost the freezer? 

The rest of the afternoon was spent emptying, sorting, pitching, using a heat gun, carrying pans of boiling water, and blowing on our fingers in an attempt to keep them from freezing.

Eventually, the last of the ice and frost disappeared. We discovered pounds and pounds of carefully wrapped hamburger, a mastodon tusk, butter, an entire pork loin, a spiral ham, an entire pumpkin pie (no kidding), vegetables from decades past, and the remnants of a Neanderthal family who evidently became trapped while raiding the freezer.

In the end, everything was sorted, dated to be rotated, and placed in boxes so we can call that job done for another twenty years.

Okay, it's time to wrap this baby up and get on with the day. First comes my walk, then I'll work for a bit on fiberglassing and sanding the very rusty Kia. We have an appointment later to have the Hyundai looked at in Iron Mountain. It sounds as though one of the rear tires may be slipping a belt. 

I'm giving my bush hog (rotary mower) to my brother-in-law, Ron, and need to bring that in from the woods and readied to be transported to Milligan Mountain at some point in the future.

The last of the hiking videos from last week is below. Thanks for your positive comments/emails. No doubt, I'll be practicing and making more between now and next February when I begin the AT.

Can't keep a good Milligan girl down. Before I could take it from her, Sargie grabbed a large box containing the patio umbrella and base to bring to the garden.

Sounds like a good day ahead.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...