How did we get to this point? I cannot stomach listening to the President speak. If he comes on the radio or TV, I switch it off. He is undermining the very foundations of our democracy. I will not listen to his constant stream of lies.
This appalling situation was driven home for me in the most unlikely of ways. I was having a conversation with my ten year old neighbor. He happens to be a Cub Scout, on the verge of transitioning to the Boy Scouts. I used to be a Scout. I asked if he knew the Scout Law; he did, and we recited it together: “a Scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent.” These are values, which, once learned, will serve a young Scout well as he or she matures.
This started me thinking about the qualities of a leader, and how the simple concepts of the Scout Law should guide everyone’s behavior, especially when dealing with others.
I doubt our President was a Scout. In fact, I think the “law” he follows is more along the lines of being contemptible, ignorant, corrupt, dishonest, immoral, unlawful, racist, unAmerican, and cowardly. There is nothing redeeming about him.
America needs a leader. Someone we can respect. Someone we can trust.
This morning, Porter and I did a dawn hike up Crusher Mountain, through the drizzle. We were shrouded in fog the whole way up. The Loons on the lake kept us company for the entire hike, with their calling. No view from the summit– Loon Lake was hidden by a layer of fog.
On the way up, I spotted the first painted trillium of the year– on at the bottom, and one on the summit. What a pretty Spring flower. On our way down, we spotted painted trillium along the entire hike. I swear they must have opened while we were on the summit; I had been actively looking for them on the climb up, and only spotted two.
As we made the descent, the fog lifted, and we could see the lake. And the Loons, who kept up their conversation.
So my neighbors at the lake have had this Wenonah Kevlar Canoe sitting on their property, unused, for about 15 years. I would see it whenever I paddled by their camp.
I have canoes the way some folks have skis– different canoes for different purposes. I currently own two– both Wenonahs, one solo and the other tandem. I have owned two other Wenonahs, and also had a Grass River carbon fiber solo racing canoe. I love paddling a canoe, especially getting in sync, when paddling with Paula.
I was talking with my neighbors yesterday, and asked them about the canoe. They don’t use it, as they don’t find it to be stable, especially when paddling with dogs. Then they gave me the canoe! It is an Odyssey, no longer in production. This version had wooden gunwales– which have totally rotted. Other than that, it is structurally sound.
So now I have a new project boat.
And yet another canoe.
As I walked the dogs this morning, I heard 4 distinct Loons calling. One was in Molasses Bay; another over near the end of Mensink; the other two were out on the lake. It sounded like a resident Loon warding off an interloper.
I splashed the jon boat yesterday and made the run to camp in a fine misty rain. This boat typically is the first in/last out. I had the motor serviced at Fogarty’s this week, and it is a joy to use. I hope to do some fishing today. I will also pick up the Whaler, but it will be going down to the Hudson River for some Striper fishing.
Yesterday, I did my annual garbage sweep along Route 26/Old Rt. 99, from our camp road to the Loon Lake Trailhead. I don’t do this to make myself feel good– it actually makes me quite angry. I cannot believe people litter– showing such utter disregard for the environment. Here are my observations from this year:
- 98% of the beer cars were light beer, all domestic;
- only 6 glass bottles;
- the percentage of Stewart’s coffee cups dropped dramatically, compared to previous years. Only 4. But, again, all were on the Southern side of the road;
- the majority of the cans were on the Northern side;
- I want to meet the lovely person who threw over 50 twisted ice tea cans along the road. My surmise is it someone working out at the lake, coming over Rt 26 from Duane;
- My favorite person is the prolific smoker who thought it was a okay to dump their car ashtray in the Loon Lake Mountain trailhead parking lot. I need to go back with a shovel to pick up this mess.
- My favorite moment– when I stepped into a ditch, sunk down, and overtopped my boots. Halfway through the task.
I donate the cans to the Center for Disability Services Clover Patch early childhood education program. They have a rolling fundraiser– if you return deposit bottles to Hannaford in a special bag, they get the proceeds. They also get my Anchor Porter bottles.
This is one of my favorite times of year, here at the lake. You can just fell the potential for Spring just bursting forth. I may even take the dogs for a short swim today. I love it when Saske (my fishing buddy dog) realizes the lake is back (ice out), and we are heading out on the jon boat to fish. She gets more excited than I do.
The Ice is out! Well, 99% out. some ice in spots along the Northern shores in the bays, and one floating berg off Horsehead Point. Some snow, still, deep in the woods. Walking the dogs takes forever, as they have to stop every two inches, to take in the smells of Spring.
It looks like rain all day today. I have much to do outside, so I guess I am getting wet. The jon boat will be cleaned up and primed for launching. I’ll pick up the Whaler next week, but will probably take it down to the Hudson River for some Striper Fishing.
Water levels are very high. Won’t try trout fishing in the North Branch of the Saranac just yet.
Looks like we survived another long Winter at the lake. A couple of trees down, but no damage. The back up generator ran about 60 hours. The road onto the Point is in decent shape.
Looking forward to Spring, and finding the first Trillium.
Well, I finished reading the Mueller Report, late last night. I found it to be well- written, exhibiting the caution and restraint I would expect from a Special Prosecutor. Mueller and his team present a measured legal analysis base on a solid foundation of facts. The report lays out a road map for further Congressional action, and clearly does not exonerate the President. It dispels all the claims of fake news, and lays out a pattern of lies and deception by this administration, with some brave acts of defiance from within.
My conclusions disturb me greatly.
First, the evidence of Russian interference in the 2016 election is overwhelming. This Administration’s response is underwhelming. We need to wake up and defend ourselves as we approach 2020.
Second, the Mueller Report paints a picture of a Man who is totally corrupt. One who is incapable of telling the truth, who lacks the moral authority to lead. Who fundamentally has no respect for the rule of law.
The Mueller Report is a solid, well-reasoned document, and the American people should thank Robert Mueller and his Staff for their service.
What happens next? I expect nothing from Congressional Republicans– they are a total disappointment. As such, I do not think impeachment is a viable option, nor one that should be pursued. With regard to the Congressional Democrats, I hope they use the Report as a tool to hold this Administration accountable, by continuing to focus on facts, and legal analysis. This burden falls on Congressmen Nadler and Cummings, in particular. Both are up to the task at hand.
So today, Porter and I walked Mullins Road in the other direction, to Tekene Junction. This section is a snowmobile trail, We reclaimed it for hiking, now that the sledding season is over. Easy walking, with stabilizers. Treacherous without.
We saw one Blue Heron, looking for open water. No activity at the Osprey nest next to Fish hole Pond.
Tekene Junction is impressive.
We checked out the two handicap accessible campsites in this area. I maintain the campsites for NYSDEC. As you can see, still buried in snow.
This part of Mullins Road is much drier. There are no beaver ponds, mud banks, or streams for Porter to get into. Which results in no clean up before he got back in the truck.