My sister Sue and her husband Peter have a cottage on Lake Huron. Where other cottages in the area have TV antennae or dish satellites, Peter and Sue have an anemometer (and no doubt other instruments).
I have ridden into town on the bike Sue keeps here, a Specialized Stumpjumper—a great bike that puts one's ass much higher than I am used to, but compared to my old bike is like a colt, and fun to ride.
I got here last Thursday, camped out one night, and then S&P arrived. Trigger and I have been on our own since Monday. The time has gone by in a bit of a fog. I have walked, eaten, gone in the water, played solitaire, slept, solved puzzles, read...
Sue and Peter will be back up later today. It is their seventh anniversary; after they had been living together awhile they went to a hill in Newfoundland, just the two of them, and were married by
the turkey a guy named Gus who lives on the hill.
So I am going to cook something for when they get here.
- Peter watches clouds
- Sue watches water