We took advantage of every moment, walked all over town and even had our first ice cream from the Big Dipper. The place was mobbed! Parking lot full and a long line waiting for service. Then, off to the Point Gratiot. Dozens of people were strolling on the beach and a few daredevils hiked up the hillocks of ice. That was dangerous because the ice was undulating from the force of the waves. Back at home, I was moved to do gardening. When I cut back several of the grasses without gloves, I sliced my fingers open on the sharp blades.
At 8:15, the fire radio toned out a confirmed barn fire in Sheridan. They called for mutual aid from multiple departments plus the fire coordinators. As Steve packed up, we worried about the high winds. A barn won't stand a chance in these winds. He was only gone a few minutes when the dispatcher toned out again. Stand down. It's a bonfire, not a barn fire. Thank goodness! But
how foolish to have a bonfire with such high winds.
I think there's a hint of yellow in the willow.
Just beyond the hillocks is open water.
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