I don’t have anything clever to say today, not that I ever do, so I guess I will just report a sort of today in the life thingy. Here is the sunrise at the Cfam cabin at Houghton Lake this morning.

This is the place my husband and four of his 10 siblings own AMICABLY via an LLC agreement. I do not personally own a share of this place but I have been going up to the Cfam cabin since I first knew the GG and I always feel welcome there. The siblings rebuilt the original family cabin that I first encountered all those years ago. Much later, during the years I was saying goodbye to my brother (only sibling) and parents, my beloved in-laws and their newly built Houghton Lake cabin were there for me.

Oh jeebus, I am off in the weeds. Today? The sun did not rise at Houghton Lake until *after* I got back from my walk, which was 8:00 or so. We mobilized pretty darn quick after that to get over to Little Boots Diner for brek. Gunslinger quesadilla for me and the GG with leftovers, which I always plan.

Then we headed over to check out the water levels at the Reedsburg Dam. Despite the brilliant sunshine of the morning, fog had set in. Something to do with the dew point and presence of a large body of water that I could probably process if I wanted to but I decided to simply enjoy the phenomenon as something we don’t see all that often.

As we arrived at the Reedsburg, the GG realized that he had left his hat and glubs at Little Boots. He called the diner and yes, they had his stuff at the counter so we schlepped back to Little Boots to get them and then drove back to the cabin through Prudenville, etc. We are not accustomed to carrying cold weather accessories this year so I am not surprised that he forgot them!

Mr. Golden Sun burned off the fog PDQ and we decided to take the Lansing Route for the first time in I can’t remember when. We’ve been sucking it up on the I75 SUV Speedway for a few years now. But. The weather was gorgeous and we weren’t in a hurry. Oh, and, the Twinz of Terror have been actively looking for a very particular kind of log splitter. It cannot be electric. No. It has to be hydraulic. Turns out that the GG had scouted out various places along the Lansing Route where he might find one. I steered us onto the old highways as long as I could, which turned out to be Mt. Pleasant. That was our third stop to look for a log splitter and it was a WINNER! After that we got onto the freeway on down and around to Southeast Trollandia.

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