This is the ice melting off the marina. This afternoon the men are working on that crooked dock problem. Tyson and I worked in the campground this morning, trimming some small trees and sweeping out the gazebo. Traffic was buzzing all around on the road and at Jerry's. The ice has melted off the lake! People started bringing their boats in last night. So now the island captives can come to the mainland and the mainland dwellers can get out to their island houses. I heard there were some tense married people coming in from the islands. Is 3 weeks in seclusion a tad too long for marital bonding and bliss?
So on my last post I said that maybe I should go and conjure up some excitement. Literally 5 minutes after typing it, the excitement found me! Big Rick arranged for me to go on an airboat ride. I've never seen one up close before, only on TV. I have been hearing them coming across the lake though as they are pretty loud. On Wednesday, the ice was still too thin to drive on, but still present enough that you couldn't get a regular fishing boat across. The air boat can drive on both. The driver of the boat is Art, he lives out on one of the islands. I'm pretty sure he doesn't know that I write a blog and was a little puzzled at me snapping pictures of him all over the place. Say "cheese!" Art!
The driver's seat with the propeller behind it.
This is a shot from my seat, right in front of where Art sat, heading out from our dock. Strange to look at it and think that only 3 weeks or so ago it was covered in ice. The lake has been frozen almost the whole time we've been here, so I'm more used to it that way. It wasn't long ago we were walking across it for the snowmobile rally.
This is out near some islands and the first break in the ice. The island straight ahead is Canada and where Art lives.
The colors are absolutely beautiful up close. I was worried the pictures wouldn't do it any justice, but it's pretty close. It got chilly out this far on the lake and surrounded by ice. I tried not to let Art see me shivering. Taking pictures like a crazed tourist AND under-dressed? I can't embarass the family to such an extent. It was fun to drive off the ice into the water, like a little mini log ride at an amusement park. On the way back home we stayed closer to the shore and it was warmer.
Look closely and you can see a deer climbing up the bank--just up and to the right from the big green bush near the rocks. There were 4, but only one visible at all in this picture. There were geese taking off and the usual bald eagle flying over head. These things continue to awe me. I hope the novelty of this place never wears off for me.
Rick took our picture as we were coming back in. Tyson was riding on the tractor with Big Rick. I thought he would be impressed with me riding on the big loud boat. (I was impressed!) But he found his tractor more exciting. I'm pretty sure he would have been beside himself if his father had been on the air boat. Little traitor.
This is the ice melting off the marina. This afternoon the men are working on that crooked dock problem. Tyson and I worked in the campground this morning, trimming some small trees and sweeping out the gazebo. Traffic was buzzing all around on the road and at Jerry's. The ice has melted off the lake! People started bringing their boats in last night. So now the island captives can come to the mainland and the mainland dwellers can get out to their island houses. I heard there were some tense married people coming in from the islands. Is 3 weeks in seclusion a tad too long for marital bonding and bliss?
So on my last post I said that maybe I should go and conjure up some excitement. Literally 5 minutes after typing it, the excitement found me! Big Rick arranged for me to go on an airboat ride. I've never seen one up close before, only on TV. I have been hearing them coming across the lake though as they are pretty loud. On Wednesday, the ice was still too thin to drive on, but still present enough that you couldn't get a regular fishing boat across. The air boat can drive on both. The driver of the boat is Art, he lives out on one of the islands. I'm pretty sure he doesn't know that I write a blog and was a little puzzled at me snapping pictures of him all over the place. Say "cheese!" Art!
The driver's seat with the propeller behind it.
This is a shot from my seat, right in front of where Art sat, heading out from our dock. Strange to look at it and think that only 3 weeks or so ago it was covered in ice. The lake has been frozen almost the whole time we've been here, so I'm more used to it that way. It wasn't long ago we were walking across it for the snowmobile rally.
This is out near some islands and the first break in the ice. The island straight ahead is Canada and where Art lives.
The colors are absolutely beautiful up close. I was worried the pictures wouldn't do it any justice, but it's pretty close. It got chilly out this far on the lake and surrounded by ice. I tried not to let Art see me shivering. Taking pictures like a crazed tourist AND under-dressed? I can't embarass the family to such an extent. It was fun to drive off the ice into the water, like a little mini log ride at an amusement park. On the way back home we stayed closer to the shore and it was warmer.
Look closely and you can see a deer climbing up the bank--just up and to the right from the big green bush near the rocks. There were 4, but only one visible at all in this picture. There were geese taking off and the usual bald eagle flying over head. These things continue to awe me. I hope the novelty of this place never wears off for me.
Rick took our picture as we were coming back in. Tyson was riding on the tractor with Big Rick. I thought he would be impressed with me riding on the big loud boat. (I was impressed!) But he found his tractor more exciting. I'm pretty sure he would have been beside himself if his father had been on the air boat. Little traitor.
Very cool!!
ReplyDeleteI open this site almost daily, expecting more sagas from the girl with the fresh views. We might not all comment, but still are waiting for the next chapter. Go, Lisa.(I wasn't thrilled at seeing the picture of the deer on American Point. They eat my little cedars and pine.
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