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Saturday, September 27, 2008

SUMMING UP SUMMER

I have been too busy partying all summer to blog. now I have to try to make some order out of the pictures I've taken all summer long. I'll try to do this chronologically, and not get sidetracked into any confusing stream of consciousness ramblings about each picture.


I've been trying to get this post and pics up for a couple of days. Unfortunately, the sporadic nature of my blogging means I'm not learning any new, or retaining any old, blogging skills.



Here's a picture of Derm, at the begining of summer, when he would come by for coffee more often, while building Debbie's deck next door, and giving Terry a hand on the shed. He does great work, and complies with all building codes and zoning ordinances.

4th of July was a great weekend here. The fireworks would be considered spectacular at any one of the Finger Lakes...pretty amazing for little old Horseshoe Lake. Thanks to Judy, Rita, the Roths, and the association for the awesome, seemingly endless display . I had pictures on my cell phone, which went thru the washer...grrr. Nyway, here's a picture of Jake during that weekend, with his catch of the day.


Sarah and Derek came in mid July - fun Isaac days of endless stair climbing and toddling between Debbie's, the top of the hill and the dock. Oh and "goofywalking", something like how a very pregnant zombie would walk.


David and Matt came to stay at Horseshoe Lake for the summer and are now quasi-permanent residents. We celebrated Matt's birthday in August, at Rita and Judy's lakeside bar.


Then there were puppies.
So, for now, this is summer in a nutshell. I'm glad just to have gotten this much done at this point. But now, I'm going to really, really, really, blog more frequently. Really.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

First Try at Pics (without Sarah)


Here's Jake and me at our snowshoeing adventure at the Genesee County Park. It was a really fun time. A manager from Eastern Mountain Sports brought snowshoes to rent, and together with a park employee presented a history of snowshoes to the 12 or so of us registered for the second of two hiking sessions. It began in the Interpretive Center at the park, which I was surprised to find contains lifelike dioramas of local wildlife, displays of local flora and fauna and ways of identifying them, and a hands on "Discovery Room" for kids. I was impressed with the professionalism of it, and the dedication of the park employees and volunteers (called Acorns)




I definitely have to make sure I take a camera on walks around the lake. Today (sans camera) Zeke and I disturbed 6 or 7 really large birds high in the tree canopy in the woods at the far south end of the lake. They were maybe turkeys or pheasants (no glasses with me either). I guess I'm surprised that either of those birds would be found as high in the trees as these were, and when they flew off it looked really unnatural - the same way a helicopter looks as though it should not be able to escape gravity and fly.


That's all...now I'm going to try and get my picture here.


Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Salmon Run

We went to a "Salmon Run" Boy Scout field trip last Sunday. Basically it was a strange mix of people fishing at a dam , which was the end of an upstream run for the salmon that were unfortunate enough to swim upstream in that direction. Seems almost like those "hunts" where animals are corralled (sp?) and safari type guys 'hunt' them for sport. Except there were a few people who seemed to be fishing forf their lives...they catch a bunch of salmon and leash them to hooks in the concrete walls around the entry to the dam. They are very serious and oblivious to a den of boy scouts watching them. Other fisherman seem to attend for the social and competitive aspect of the "run", taunting other firsherman and talking smack about how they don't care about the game warden, etc. There was one cut black kid fishing who just seemed to be in a world all his own. I have no idea if he was hoping to sell fish, eat fish, or if he just had the inexplicable fishing bug (like my son-in-law Derek's bass fishing weekend) It was a bizarre ritual that should be studied by sociologists. And that's all I have to say about that.