Wadda ya ben at, Bye? Yeah, me too, busier than a mosquito in a nudist colony, but I'll try and catch you up, but this might be a 2 pint'r. 

Firstly, a day late Happy Birthday to Sily  Nancy out west in the shadows of the Rockies.

Secondly, here's Jehanna recovering after her skin graft operation. Now, she'll be able to kick ass any time she wants to. You'll notice that she's having a "Timmie's". No more tea for her. And, no more "only in Canada, eh? ... pity" jokes, please. She'll be getting out of the hospital tomorrow and rehabbing at Chateau St. Fowler. Finally some good eats, J. 

This pic was supposed to go on the last post but got lost in hyper space. Ski-doo trail to the lake last weekend.
 

Nov. 24th was an awesome day. Sun rise on the trees. 

Future site of the ice road to Bed Rock.

It was such a grand day that I decided to walk to Richie's road. This is just outside our gate.

Sometimes you can't make sense out of the tracks. A squirrel went top to bottom. A grouse went left to right with a fox on it's trail. One wing print and a bird poo, but no blood??? No feathers??? No more tracks??? This is real reality. 

Something scared the crap out of it.

Pretty, huh?

Speaking of Christmas cards, I don't think Burl Ives could do ant better than this.

By the tracks, I'm not the only one who goes to church.

Richie's road.

The on ramp to the Road to Riches.

Just as beautiful going home.

Standing under the solar panels, soaking up the rays.

A nice sun set, to boot.

I can't explain this one. "Flash" back?

G'night.

That Monday brought snow.

It started to add up, so ...

Time to take out the Ski-Doo-Bee-Doo.

And put the quad to sleep.

Still snowing.

I wasn't the first to ride this year, Razor had already been out a couple of times.

Last Tuesday we got some more snow.  The fire pit.

It almost looks like some one rode on the road to Bed Rock.

I went to town to pick up Grasshopper at the airport. This was the first of three trees down on the driveway.  

Apparently Thursday was a nice day. This fall has been so wet and grey that the good days sometimes get drowned out. 

Line up at Chef François LeBrun's Brasserie. 

Butting in the line at the buffet.

Another g'night.

Friday we checked the ice thickness. 

Marking my mark.

Close to 5 inches? The ice out front was a little slushy, but, the ice down by the beach was crystal clear ice.

The foxes have been on the ice, so it must be safe, eh?

Some funnies found on Facebook. 

Sily Janet.  
 

I forgets who posted this one.

Baby brother, Timbit, posted this one.

Oldest brother, Farmer Mike, posted this one.

That's all you get today. TTFN