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Other Bob was immediately put on probation after his great drive on the first tee. However, after missing a 18 inch putt he was immediately reinstated as a member of the bad golfer club in good standing.
Roy and girlfriend Roxanne got a really early start on the drive from Chicago and arrived in time for lunch. As this was Roxie's first trip to the UP, a pasty was mandatory for her first Yooper meal. Once suitably fortified, we immediately set out on the lake for another pike hunting expedition.
Not sure if Roxie was quite prepared for the shock of a brisk, cool,cold and blustery autumn day on the lake.
It didn't get warmer as the sun went down.
We tested the new net - hand delivered on an emergency shipment from Berwyn...
After dinner, we finally managed to get a bonfire going with the help of a little "Boy Scout Juice". It was quite an exciting start to the fire. I never liked the hair on my left forearm anyway.
Roy, having just been notified of passing the bar exam after graduating from law school last spring, finished the day with the traditional fire ceremony. Here he purges himself of the last vestiges of academic life by tossing a representative textbook into the fire.
The day was a successful and suitable introduction to Shag Lake for Roxie.
We awoke to a frosty morning and your run-of-the-mill lakeside sunrise spectacular. (Yes, I know the blog is way behind*).
First frost and the first day since we arrived that we did not have any other family in the lake house. We have the Camp Lake House to ourselves for a few days. Just Dad and me and a tree service work crew.
There are some dead and dying birch that were a little too close to either the house or shed so they had to be converted to firewood. Joe, his "cherry picker" truck, and his All American Tree Service crew made short work of the four trees of concern. It was fun watching the work from our terrace in the canopy.
Even more fun, was commandeering the "cherry picker" for an otherwise near impossible maintenance task - applying sealer to the chimney masonry facade. Sister Robyn suggested assigned me this opportunity to get it done.
We were ready with supplies and the weather cooperated. Joe manipulated the bucket into position from the ground while I rode and sprayed the chimney. Even better, when the job was done he took the bucket above the tree line to afford me some spectacular vistas and a unique photo opp using both my new Samsung 5 and GoPro Hero (I also shot some video clips which may or may not ever be added to this post).
click to bigify this unique bay panorama
A fun ride, but there is still some work to do. Lots of birch to split and brush to burn.
This is a job for a younger generation. I am looking at you Roy, Brian, Erik, Zach and Joel.
*[BLOGGERS NOTE: I am hopelessly behind on this blog, and paralyzed by the 10 or so posts that should be between here and the last post. So I have decided to ignore them and just start again from. Road to hell notwithstanding, my good intentions are to move backward and forward in time from here. For The Reader waiting breathlessly for prior posts - periodically check back and scroll backward in time. If I ever fill oin the gap I will delete this note. It'll be just like it never happened. That is all.]