Sun rise yesterday morning. Red sky in the morning...da, tada, dada.
 

Since, they were calling for the end of the world and a snow storm too, we decided to take the old goat to Bedrock for the winter. We walked the lake to check the ice and it was good, 5-6 inches mostly. We drove the truck around the lake and walked back home. This is in the center of the lake looking towards the pointy end.

Looking thru the narrows towards the round end.

Stylin'

Wolf tracks frozen into the ice.

This is another track. I'm checking out an air hole. This one was frozen.

Grasshopper hadn't used her Transformer yet, so we went for a short ride to the Fowler's before the big storm.

I had put my 4wheeler away and this was the first ride for the Ski-doo-bee-doo.

We got a new glider and George has decided that it is his, any arguments?

Breakfast at the Center Cafe.

You call this a storm? The price of gas isn't the only thing that the metric system has had an adverse affect on.

Enough snow for the ramp.

Grasshopper packed the snow down with her snow shoes.

Har, har.