Thursday, September 2, 2010

Tuesday, Trout Lake



Tuesday dawned with rain pattering on Saffire’s roof. The shower didn’t last long, but brought heavy, cloudy skies and steady winds all day. Being out on the Lake with all the whitecaps was obviously not going to happen today, and a bike ride with rain threatening didn’t appeal either. Tuesday is Flea Market day in Boulder Junction, so we headed in to post the blog at the library and poke around the flea market for a while. We found this wonderful potter who made very interesting flower pot arranger. Luanne and I both bought one, I’ll post a picture.


While we meandered through town we ran into Luanne’s brother and sister in law, Louie and Jeanne who live here. It was nice to meet them and we’re going to have dinner with them tomorrow night to celebrate Luanne’s birthday. Yep, today’s her birthday, I’ll just tell you she’s not quite the big 60 yet.


We took a couple of nice walks and collected rocks to go in our new flower pots. Fall is coming to the north country, the maple trees are beginning to turn and you see an occasional flash of brilliant red in the forest. Teddy rolled in sand and muck while we were at the Lake and was a mess most of the day. After lunch of smoked white fish we got at the Flea Market we had a two games of washers which Luanne won (don’t tell her but I threw the games as a birthday gift!)


Later in the afternoon we went back to town for an ice cream cone and then explored a few of the other lakes here. It is amazing that every little road you drive down brings you to another lake, one prettier than the next. Luanne was a bit taken aback by two lakes she’s known since her childhood which weren’t quite what she remembered in terms of beautiful sand beach and great long fishing dock.


We ended a day that never brought more than another sprinkle with the sun setting behind the clouds, a loon singing to us as the water lapped the shore, the crackle of a great fire and the company of a good friend. Who could ask for anything more??


1 comment:

  1. We heard loons at Skidaway. Glad you're having such a wonderful time. Wilson will always be young. Numbers mean nothing when it pertains to her.

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