That's my BFF, Rob

June 25, 2021 - Friday morning

61 degrees/hazy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I was cleaning the barn yesterday when a car pulled into the drive. It was a reader from downstate, Rob. We had a wonderful chat catching up on life. Rob said that he reads the blog every morning then visits his 91 year old mother, originally from this area, and tells her what's new on and around Pentoga Road.

Thanks for stopping in Rob. It was good to see you.

Sargie and I came across a loaf of bread while cleaning the freezer the other day. A gift from Jambo's son, Dr. Paul, he'd baked and given it to us several months ago. I remember wrapping and bagging it at the time to save for later.

Later came yesterday at breakfast time. Mmm, sliced and toasted, it is to die for good when slathered with layers of melted stomach-slimming butter. Thanks again, Dr. Paul!

Thursday was all about cleaning the barn. 

A mess? 

You have no idea.

I keep telling Sargie to put things away, hydraulic fluid, power saws, propane tanks, the welding wire, etc., after she uses them, but will the girl listen?

Okay, maybe it's the guy she's married to who makes the mess. At any rate, it took almost all day, but in the end, the barn is once again a candidate to be featured in Better Homes and Gardens.

It will stay this way for at least another day, possibly two, then it'll go back to looking like a barn, guaranteed.

It was later in the afternoon and time to get a shower and head out for Hambone's last soccer game in Niagara, Wisconsin, just across the border from Iron Mountain.

Hambone played the best game of the season, kicking the ball several times and when playing goalie, stopped a drive by the other team.

Hambone's in the middle wearing dark blue

Hambone's team, the Dragonflies, emerged victorious and since it was the last game of the season, the coach treated all hundred (well it seems that way when they are running up and down the field) players to pizza afterwards.

I gained two more BFF's while watching Hambone's game. Three year old Sawyer and her sister, Alice, sat with their mother next to me on the sidelines and kept us entertained. Sawyer even gave me a wild flower she'd plucked from a nearby patch.

They were most interested in playing with Cheeks. When the baby began to cry, Sawyer sang to her, Baa Baa Black Sheep, and sure enough, Cheeks dried up and began to smile.

The skies opened up on our way home and by the time yesterday's rains had passed, another inch and a half of water had found its way into the rain gauge. Add to what fell a couple of days ago and the total rainfall for this past week comes to just shy of four inches. 

Sargie has repeatedly warned me to watch what I hope for, in this case, for the spring/early summer drought to end. Now, looking at the extended forecast, rain is predicted to fall through next Wednesday beginning tomorrow.

Pat and Debbie are coming over later today for a trout bake. I'm putting the large lake trout I caught last fall on the grill and along with other goodies, the four of us will enjoy good conversation along with, what should be, a great meal.

The lake trout thawing in the sink

We'll be attending a presentation with Sheri and Yooper Brother Mark this evening at the Iron County Museum about the mafia's presence in Iron County during the Prohibition days. Iron River was a hub for bootlegging and the Hoffa family still owns a camp not far to the north. 

Time to wrap this up. Yooper Brother Mark will be out in a bit for our usual Friday morning stroll.

On today's agenda: Eat and be merry. We're looking forward to a great visit and feast with Pat and Debbie.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...