An annual pilgrimage

When I woke up at 0-skunk-30 this morning and looked outside, I saw a thin covering of white. I hope y’all don’t mind if I said the f-word. I was alone in my bathroom when I said it. It was 5:30 AM and I was facing up to the fact that I would have to dredge out some YakTrax to take my walk. I knew Old Man Winter wasn’t done with us but I didn’t quite want to admit it. BTW, the big light in the first photo is *not* the rising sun. It is a streetlight. The sun did not rise for another 45 minutes or so but when it did…

Voila! *Here* is Mr. Golden Sun. This is just after I parked in my own personal parking space at Cubelandia. It is beautiful but make no mistake, it was colder than blue blazes today.

I worked a half day today and then we drove over to the MooU Pavilion (via Cleary’s Pub in Chelsea for lunch) to set up our North Country Trail table at the 2017 Quiet Water Symposium. There was a lot of futzing with these tubes and I do not know who owns the truck behind the futzing.

This is how we left our display today. There’s a lot of stuff under the table that we’ll get out tomorrow. Froggy will keep it all safe overnight.

Back at our cute little “economy” room in Kellogg Center. I cannot crash like this in the late afternoon.

I had to *drag* myself out at 6 PM but I managed it and here we are at Beggar’s Banquet having dinner and a wonderful time with our long-time North Country Trail friends Pat and Bob.

Back at Kellogg now, chilling out for the night and saving our energy for the Quiet Water Symposium tomorrow.

Love y’all,

2 Responses to “An annual pilgrimage”

  1. Sam Says:

    Beggars! QWS weekend. Ah….

  2. Margaret Says:

    There is a snowflake in the forecast for Monday and I have already said the f word. It is March, and I’m supposed to live in the relatively balmy PNW!! (not this winter)