A parting shot from June:
Our friend Mark and I stopped at the top of the Bee trails where we went mountain biking Sunday. A perfectly fine spot for his two Airedales to roll in the dirt. It’s an activity to look forward to if you’re a dog, a good roll in the dirt. The dog who embeds the finest particles of dirt into the deepest hollows of his fur wins! Still no rain as of yesterday, however, as I write finally it has started. July is ordinarily the month we enjoy our nicest summer weather, although June will be a tough lead to follow this year.
It’s back to work today for all the ladies who enjoyed the weekend at our beach house. According to Happy Wife she saw no less than three bikinis Sunday morning hanging on the shower curtain rod, left there to drip dry. Evidence of potentially irresponsible behavior having occurred in the hot tub in the wee hours of the morning, prompting me once again to make my case for electronic surveillance … “N0.”
Okay then.
Friday we’re traveling to the north-woods of Wisconsin — land o’ cheese — for a week of fun with the family. On the itinerary: crappie fishing, card cheating, pontoon boating, sun burning, exaggerating, deer fly swatting, over eating, and other activities of leisure consistent with moderate to excessive libation. Don’t worry, I promise to wear my PFD at all times while on the water. Hard to imagine falling off a pontoon boat, though. What an invention (supposedly by a Minnesotan): Take a slab of steel the size of an average backyard patio, strap it to rows of barrels welded end-to-end, slap an outboard motor on one end, top load it with Weber grills, boom boxes, coolers filled with cold drinks and tubular meats, an extended family of eight, and away you go!
Okay, yes, I am now beginning to see how falling into the water may in fact be possible, if not also desirable.
Rod, allegedly the skeeters are not quite as fierce in WI as in AK, but they are as numerous. Enjoy.