Ten Below at Loon Lake

A beautiful, crisp, cold and clear morning, here in the Northern Adirondacks. Orion was overlooking the camp as I walked the dogs.

I am solo up here through the weekend. Or as solo as you can be with four dogs. Paula is downstate making Christmas cookies, and assembling the cookie trays, with the help of our three oldest grand daughters. She told me I could help by getting the dogs out of the house.

I worked from camp yesterday, on a series of teleconferences, and reviewing documents. I am managing an interesting wind project over in the Tug Hill Region and we are getting ready to file the application with the State Siting Board. I did manage to shovel out the camp (snowblower is down–waiting on parts) and put up more firewood.

Today should be a great day. I registered and insured the snowmobiles, and will get them running. I will probably go hunting for grouse midday. If it warms up some, Porter will go with me. No pizza.

I momentarily thought about smoking a cigar in the camp last night. What was I thinking? Now I know why I have a heated garage….


Snow at the Lake

We are really socked in.

I took Porter out for grouse today. I should have worn snowshoes. There is a good 18 to 24 inches of snow in the woods. We have not had snow like this, early, in three or four years. My big game hunting friends are very pleased. Me, not so much. Porter, rather than quartering in front of me, walked in my tracks, dogging my heels, if you will.

I will probably fire up the snowmobiles, to make sure they are running.

It has been very cold at night– twenty below, or so. The lake froze solid the day before Thanksgiving.

Our annual duck hunting trip up on the St. Lawrence was a lot of fun. But it was bitter cold in the blind. It took me two days to finally feel warm again.

Paula is deep into her Christmas cookie baking. I put in more wood, and the fireplace is going.

It will be a bit warmer tomorrow. Porter and I will go out for grouse again, this time I will bring the snowshoes. Making pizza later in the day.

What a week

I felt a lot better, the morning after Election Day, than I did two years ago. Even so, I have been preparing myself for what this President will do, now that the mid term elections are over. And the assault on the rule of law has already commenced.

It scares me that I need to pin my hopes on the Democrats in the House. I don’t think they are capable of a cohesive strategy to resist, let alone challenge this President. the Senate minority has already proven to be totally ineffective– rolling over, again and again, on judicial nominations to the federal bench.

As I look around, the group that seems best geared up for battle, is the ACLU. They deserve out support.

Fall Back Weekend

It has pretty much been raining for three days straight, here at Loon Lake. Pouring, right now.

Yesterday, I saw something I have not seen in years, here at the lake. A late afternoon yellow school bus, passing the lake, to drop off a kid in Inman. I don’t feel so remote.

I somehow screwed up my hunting seasons. Did not realize late duck season opened today, until late last night. I thought it was next weekend. So Porter and I went out. Sunrise was not until 7:32, so legal hunting started just after 7 AM; not that I could see anything through the dark, rain and fog. With sunrise coming so late, I actually slept in this morning. Tomorrow, we will be out an hour earlier.

The house is set for Winter. I am just waiting for next season’s wood to be delivered, so that I can get it stacked and under cover. We are all set with wood for this season.

It looks like it may be clear and Sunny on Sunday. Just maybe we will get out after Grouse.

Given the rainy day, I may end up cleaning and lubricating all the fishing equipment. I also need to get my gear together for our annual duck hunting trip to the St. Lawrence. I can’t remember how many times I have had to detour through Loon Lake on my way to Watertown because I needed to pick something up. (Once, waders; actually twice, waders; once a choke tube for the shotgun).

Stay dry; if the rain lets up, I set up the canopy so I can stay relatively dry while making pizza later.

In closing– please, don’t forget to vote on Tuesday.

A Wintery Fall Day

Porter and I went out for ducks, early this morning– the last weekend of early duck season, and the first day of late goose season. We saw both. Early duck season is important to me at the lake– several of the ponds are already freezing over. I had to break ice to put out decoys. By the time late duck season starts, most of our waters are frozen, and we head up to the flyway along the St. Lawrence.

We pulled the dock out, as the forecast was for snow, with the Nor’Easter coming up the coast. We also replaced the heater in the garage/workshop and I got things set to pull the truck in the garage at night, through the Winter.

As promised, it began snowing this afternoon. It is sticking. The wind has picked up considerably. So, of course we made pizza.

First Fire

It is a cold blustery Fall day, here at Loon Lake. Porter and I went duck hunting early this morning. I am still getting over a cold, and it was spitting rain and windy.

This afternoon Paula and I took the Izaak and Saske on a hike to the cobble, over near Whiteface. This is a short, 1.3 mile fairly level hike to a great view. It was cold.

I could not seem to warm up, so we built the first fire of the Fall. Enjoying it now.