The colors are really weird this year and I'm convinced it has to do with the lack of rain we had this summer. Up north it looks past peak. Most of the trees are more golden brown. What confuses me though is the number of trees that are still green. This tree is right next to the camp.
As you can see from this view, the colors aren't that great. I'm a little surprised because they are near the water so I figured that in the very least these trees would be pretty.
The water is chilly! I felt so bad because Jim had to go in twice. Once to clean the point which is the water source for the camp and the other time was to take in the dock he built this year. He waited a little too long to take it in. And by feeling bad I mean I was kind of giddy on the inside :) Better him than me! I would have paid someone to do it :)We planned to do some riding while we were up. Auntie was going to ride with me. On a whim I called my Uncle who also has a four wheeler and lives in Berlin. He was loaded up to go riding so we all went together. I am glad we did, it is fun to go with a group. We had a great time. Unfortuneately, the first trail we did was a double black diamond. Jim didn't read the sign, or at least that is what he told us. The worse part of it was that there was no turning back you just had to do it. Turns out it was 1.8 miles (of big ass rocks, tree stumps and steep inclines with big ass rocks and tree stumps).
One of the best parts of riding is the views. These are some of the sights from riding.
Of course, no trip is complete without a breakdown. Two weeks ago Jim brought the boys riding up north. Joshua's machine broke down, then Jacob's. Jim had to work on them in order to go again this weekend. This weekend was no exception. Half way through riding we noticed Joshua's oil plug was gone and the oil all drained. Jim had to tow it back to the truck and Joshua rode with Jim. We continued riding and toward the end of the ride Jim noticed that he had blown his back end of his four wheeler. It was quite a sight to see me driving back with Auntie in the cargo seat with Jacob in the middle (Joshua rode his back). I know we definately exceeded the weight limit for my machine!!!!Here are some shots of fishing to end the long day. No luch here though. It was a bit cilly for the trout I think. I'm pretty sure they swam south the follow the birds.
Joshua getting a little distracted from his mission.
I hope your holiday weekend was as enjoyable.
Joshua getting a little distracted from his mission. I hope your holiday weekend was as enjoyable.
The premise of the movie is that her husband dies but before he did, he wrote a series of letters to be delivered to her in the year following his death. Good news is I was the only one crying. That was one thing I wished my dad had done was written me a letter when he knew he was sick. Unfortunately, things happened so quickly and he needed such strong pain medication, it kinda impaired his thinking. I remember asking him what he was thinking about as he was staring off, holding the newspaper and he would say, "Nothing, it's blank". The meds really wiped his concentration. I know I may sound like a broken record, but it has been three years and I still remember every minute. Sometimes I wish I could snap out of it. I think it has to do with the unresolved nature of our relationship.
Monday marks three years since my Dad's passing. When I think of this I don't just think of him, I think of poor Gramma Cil too. Gram is 93 years old and has endured it all. She often talks about the hardest part of growing old and it's not her aching osteoperodic bones, though they hurt like hell. It is the fact that she has lost almost everyone. She has lost her parents, siblings, sibling-in-laws and spouses, husband and child. Not many people have that distinction. Though she still has one daughter and son-in-law, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, she is sad for all those who have left before her.
