An 8º Morning Of Fog And Frost (Red's Pancake House, Sherman, NY)

6:59

7:14

7:40

7:43

8:00

8:55

Well, I had forgotten that Daylight Saving Time meant waking up in darkness, especially in March and April.  So I rose at 6:20, to a glimmer of light off to the horizon but mostly darkness.  The other side ,however,  means I get to see the sunrise.  I was also surprised by the temperature in single digits, the limbs of the trees glistening from the ice.  And as you can see, we never get tired of taking photographs of Long Point.  It's our Mt. Fuji.

Colors Above Long Point

Long Point In Black White, Light Blue

Amd we are starting to pay more attention to Tom's Point, off to our south.

Frost On Tom's Point

Foggy Tom's Point

It's now 9:30 and we both looked up and the entire lake has disappeared behind a blanketing fog.

9:30

Sunday was a bit different as we decided early we wanted to get out of the house again, perhaps find somewhere to walk, perhaps go out to breakfast.  It was an easy decision as to where to have breakfast.  Red's Pancake House is open for another month, so we were off to Red's around noon, for a lunch of buckwheat pancakes.

A Busy Red's Pancake House

When we arrived after a typical Sunday drive through fields of white, the place was packed, so we had a 15-minute wait.  I ended up talking with the maple syrup master, who was standing next to the boiler, as the syrup dripped out.  He's been making syrup for over 40 years and last year, they made 4100 gallons.  He remembers, too, the good old days when they used two and a half gallon buckets for each tree.  Now they have plastic hoses connecting the trees, so there are no more buckets.

Maple Syrup Veteran

We ended up sitting at a table with a couple from Findlay Lake.  He owns a stove shop in Findlay Lake called Matter Of The Hearth, Inc.  His wife teaches fourth grade in Sherman.  He's a neat guy and interestingly, they leave their Findlay Lake home in the summer so they can spend the summer on their home on Lake Erie in Ripley, NY.  He spent much of the time talking about how annoying it is to have neighbors who rent their cottages to often noisy and unregulated visitors. We can sympathize.
After a couple of orders of pancakes, drenched in syrup, we drove off, hoping to walk just short of the Chautauqua Gorge at Lyons Rd.

Road To Red's Pancake House (Bailey Road)

Unfortunately, the road that led to the Gorge was not plowed, so we decided to say the heck with it and just drove home.  By the time we got home, both of us were tired so maybe it was a good thing we did not walk.

Frosted Boughs

We did not do much the rest of the afternoon, just enjoy a quiet day at the lake, reading, watching some TV and waiting for wine time.  It arrived finally at 5:30, really 4:30 if it had been the day before.  Around 6:30, Evie heated up the leftover sauerkraut soup along with Slovenian sausages from Azman's in Euclid, Ohio.  So we had a favorite dinner from Evie's childhood and watched CBS Sunday morning at dinner time, rather than with our usual Sunday breakfast.  I know I say it each Monday but it's such a great program mostly because they rarely mention our President except for a jarring statement by a Holocaust survivor who likened the fear in the concentration camps to the fear that Trump engenders in the public.  We ended the evening watching and abhorring the opening season of American Idol.  Neither of us can stand the judges (sorry Victoria but Luke Bryan is a jerk) so we won't be watching much of it this year, the last year for it for sure.