March 7, red sky in the morning...
MoreRon showed up to shovel his roof, sans La Dore Reine, although he might be wearing her snowmobile jacket.
Bonehead, Big Luke and Scarrie, I mean Carrie arrived around noon.
They said that they were stayin' for a week, hence supplies for a month. You never know when you might get snowed in.
Saturday we went to Bear Lake to try our hand at lake trout fishing with the peeps from Camp Full of It.
The Deadman Camp have three shacks on the lake. One is a "privette" for the ladies. They let us use the other shack, thanks guys.
Chef Grasshopper grilling 'dogs in the wood stove.
Don't eat the yellow snow, Luke!
Me, with the $2.00 fish,. First, and biggest!
The cool kids, chillin'.
Grasshopper borrowed TT's MZX Sport for a test drive. It's the yellow one. She likes her Transformer, but it is too slow for fishing trips or trips farther away.
Going over the Road to Rich's at sun down.
Grasshopper really liked this machine. I think we will order one for next winter.
Neon Tetra clouds.
Sunday we snowshoed around the loop. Lucas saw trucks in this snow sculpture. Me too.
Because it was there.
It snowed that night, again. When I saw this I thought of.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas... in July!
Monday the 10th. Snow out the composter room window.
More snow.
Chickadee in the peanut butter.
Big Luke cat fishin'.
There they go thru the snow covered screen.
Tuesday. Grasshopper feeding our "chickens".
Whiskey Jack in the peanut butter.
"Did you have to get my butt?"
Do you recognize this place?
How about now?
HELLO RAZOR! Because we can!
The old Bailey Camp.
Sledding on a camp made KAAARRRAZZY Karpet.
Half way across the lake.
How far will three go?
Man! That's a long walk back.
Roast, roasting on the Q.
Yeah, you know what happens next.
No surprise, uh?
Luke!
I think the girls are sayin' "BOYS, ugh!"
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