I know that it's been a while, but ya still love me, don't ya?

This morning, what do you think, sailors?

Let's go back in time and see how well our rememory circuits work. This was New Year's Eve. Big Luke and his sidekick Bone Head came in. The AKA Smiths arrived late in the day.

We missed the fire works at Bedrock, but made it for the bonfire. I had a little gastronomical issue and didn't stay too late. 

The Ski-Doo-Bee-Doo/hat rack/bar.That's big Luke's ride in behind.

Some people drank too much and got a little blurry.

Jan 2 2013

Sun rise shining thru Wolf's bay.

Dr. Joseph, the bird man of Ypsilanti, gave us this finch feeder/sock. The redpolls loved it and crawled over it like ants, but finches are a bit flinchy and it was hard to get a pick with all of the at once. The feeder is empty already.
   

Time warp of a sun set last Sunday.

Impression left when a partridge takes off.

Three air holes, all in a row.

Slush, you can run, but you can't hide.

Looks like hidden air holes.

Fox tracks.

Another hidden air hole?

YIKES!

Don't worry, no intrepid reporters were injured in this assignment. I just went down as far as the "Y" joint, and didn't even get a soaker.

And that is as good an end as any.