On Friday, just after sunset, the temperature began to fall and the sky clouded up. A campfire was requested. The fire danger, reported outside the ranger station in Laona, was low so match was put to wood. Also cigar.
There were flurries spotted Saturday morning. The mercury never rose above a sunless, soggy 45°F. It would seem that Winter got in one last wet slap at Spring. Striking it squarely in the middle of the weekend, it left a visible bruise. Ouch.
The weather really turned the corner on Sunday, making leaving all the harder. Didn't see any loons this weekend and eagle sightings were replaced with crow encounters (quite a drop on the old majestic'o'meter). The water temperature dropped a degree or two (two) to 48°F With that, sane peoples desire to swim also dropped a degree or two (three, maybe more). There has been some preseason play, but next weekend begins the short sport that combines judo, weight lifting, water polo, small engine repair and sausage stuffing. I speak, of course, of putting in the ski boat. The sausage stuffing part involves me, the guy with the apple fritter, and a wet suit.
-Nemo: not blushing, just sunburned.