Now that things have [temporarily] settled down to a dull roar around here, after spending most of the morning at FV, UKW dragged me out to the moominbeach for a wee bit of a snowshoeing expotition. We visited briefly with Barb and then, after MUCH help from UKW getting my Iverson’s on (because I am a huuuuuge klutz) and a call from FV (nothing urgent), we set off…

We headed down the beach and “poached” a bit (aka crossed a bit of private property) to get to Little Traverse Conservancy territory. I love the LTC but we’ll talk about that some other day.

Next up is the Doelle outhouse. There is a big road down onto the Doelle end of the beach nowadays. When I was a kid, the people who stayed at the Doelle house (yeah, that would be the Doelle’s, duh) had to park somewhere else and walk or take a boat down there. So there usually wasn’t anybody down there. When I was a teenager, we would all walk down there late at night and pretend there were ghosties in the Doelle house. I didn’t really believe the place was haunted but it still scared the bejabbers outta me at night. I have never told the GG stories about that because after hearing all of his stories about hitch-hiking around the country when he was 16 and getting picked up by serial killers et al, I figger walking down a private beach to a deserted old building are not all that exciting…

I spent a lot of time iPhone-ographing pictures of the “weak” but beautiful sun behind the trees in the swamp.

It was a wonderful hike and I am feeling some muscles that I don’t think I use terribly often. In a good way though.

P.S. Thank you thank you thank you to the young man who ushered me (with my whine and my orange juice) ahead of him at the Supervalu this afternoon. I really appreciated that and I’ll pay it forward.

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