A Whiff Of The Winter To Come

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A foggy 43º morning, time to get out the fleece. The fog has been so heavy that we have seen no boats on the lake; either the fishing tournament was only on Saturday or they have put off the start until the fog lifts.  It's now 7:53 and I have had to move to another chair because the sun has filled our living room, blinding me when I sat in my usual chair.  I don't like change, even one as small as sitting in another chair.  Sounds like a 73 year old.  It's 8:12 and it looks like the bass tournament is on as the boats are off and charging around Long Point.

Rich and Sally and the Boys  (Colin, on tip toes)

The Cousins, Colin and Vince, and Best Friend, Dan

Yesterday began with a full house, two adults, three boys and a filling Evie like breakfast, of buttermilk pancakes and a frying pan full of sausage links.  Rich and Sally were up early, took a walk around the campground and let the boys sleep until 9:00.  Like good boys, they made their beds, then came down to breakfast, and a picture taking stop on the dock.  They left about 10:00 and were meeting another Dad in Barcelona, who was then going to take them to the Buffalo tournament and Richie and Sally would go home.

After the gang left, it was back to our Saturday routine, of cleaning out the refrigerator, emptying the wastebaskets, gathering up the weeks paper for the trip to the Transfer Station.  It was not particularly busy as the summer people have left for warmer climes, like Florida.  When I got home, Evie was putting together a corn chowder with the leftover corn, so we would have it for the week. Once that was done, we basically took it easy the rest of the day, happy to be back in our rut, a kind we like.  Evie hit the dock, I watched Narcos and had lunch, read some, napped then joined her on the dock.  It was surprisingly cool on the dock, a strong cooling winds demanded either a blanket or fleece but the sun felt great.

Around 3:30, we joined the bass boats on the lake and went for one of our final booze cruises on the lake, alas.  The fall clock is ticking towards winter.  We drove over to Bemus, took the lake drive home, to the Marina where there were lots of bass boats idling in front of the Marina, waiting their turn to pull on to a trailer and weigh their catch.  The lake was choppy in parts, calm in others when we were protected from the wind so it was a nice day to be on the lake, perfect for sailing actually.

Cocktail Hour On The Lake

The Rouge Of Twilight

We decided to stick with our usual Saturday at the lake, which means Manhattans and appetizers on the porch, while we listen to Garrison Keillor, a show from 2009 because he has retired.  It was a mind boggling late afternoon, as the sun played all kinds of tricks on Long Point, forcing us to take one awe inspiring photo after another.  We never get the sun setting from our house, just the play of its light on the opposite shore.  Yesterday, it brought out all the changing colors in the trees, ones we don't see unless they are highlighted by the setting sun. We also watched a hawk fly back and forth, looking for its prey and finally, it flew off with a bird in its talons. Anyways, it was another pleasant way to end the day.

Faux Fall Colors At Long Point

As Sun Sets, Shadows Darken  Long Point 

For dinner, we had lots of leftovers to pick from: soup, hot dogs, pancakes, sausage and apple pie for dessert.  We watched some news, football, then Bill Maher before going up to bed.

Today looks like another splendid day on the lake but the wet weather arrives tomorrow.   We better take advantage of it.