The big storm hit Sunday night, and while shoveling everything away the next morning, I leaned the shovel against the snowbank (that's the front walk I'm trying to clear) to record the scene for posterity.
(BTW, I wanted to borrow my wife's wooden quilting yardstick, but the way she frowned when I hinted at my plans told me to back off.)
The week was marked by the regional basketball tournament in Houghton, about 100 miles away. The semifinals were played Thursday evening, and on the trip north I stopped at a gas station. While pulling out, I thought I saw something along the road, so I pulled over. Sure enough ...
A cold venison dinner (a roadkill, plowed off the road--hardly unusual up here). But the eagle didn't want me to watch. Off he flew to a nearby tree ...
... where he sat and posed. "Make sure you get my good side."
On I went. Just past L'Anse, at the end of the Keweenaw Bay, I saw more critters, where the ice was starting to break up. Here is a familiar species ...
... but these definitely aren't. I was surprised to see them.
Anyway, on to the regional tourney. Our team won the semifinal game Thursday eveninh and then the regional championship this afternoon. Next stop: the state quarterfinals this Tuesday night in Escanaba.
If they win that one, their next game is the state semifinals in Lansing on Thursday. I could have a lot of driving ahead of me this week.
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