Last weekend saw card games, a winter thaw and many thoughts of loved ones. Too sloppy and slippery to spend much time outside.
|Bobby Boy on recon mission to the kitchen|
|When did 32˚ after sundown become so cold?|
|This will be our first Christmas without the sweet funny smart goofball drinking the mimosa|
I love you more than a dog drinking water, more than green licorice, more than the idea I have for a swim up bar where every bartender looks like Brad Pitt from Thelma and Louise.
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Kwanzaa and Festivus.
May the New Year be a better one, the last one set the Festivus pole pretty low.
|This photo screams, "Madison, WI"|
|An Icy Picnic|
Some local sleuths dug up information related to a similar picture from my last post. Here's another look at the spot which started me thinking about a young boy who crashed a plane around this area at or near Camp Wakanda. Turns out there's an old photo of him as a lifeguard from only a week before the downed training flight. Someone on Facebook found a picture of him in his mother's photo album, amazing. Tom went to Wisconsin High, was an athlete, and died in the nineties. I'm still wondering how the crash affected the rest of his life.
|Yer yeller, Rat Boy.Yer gonna end up carrying me, Dog Who Drives|
|Leaving this up in December is either optimistic or lazy|
|One of the most scenic paths has a big ol' No Dogs Allowed sign|
|I wonder where the goats go in the winter|
|I find you and your crackers I mean conversation quite fascinating|
|I'll make you pay for this, I'll make you all pay|
|There are hills on both sides and I wouldn't try driving down there today. Or would I? I am a bit of an idiot|
|Shish Ka Bob|
|Too sexy for his leash|
|Too sexy for her vest|
|May have gotten into the late harvest|
|He's so excited, he just can't hide it|
|Oliver pities the fool who runs out of hair gel|
|"Shia LaBeouf called, he wants his rat-tail back."|
|B&B's in Montello, bumping dieters off the wagon for 47 years|
|"I'm concerned about you."|
|Peeking out at RR 96|
|The 2.3 mile Rustic Road 19 is more like a long driveway|
|Has Trump's popular vote for ya right here|
|Will never take off jersey|
|Aunt Ginny, 95 and still eating Black Jack Taffy, the Dempsey-Olson's Favorite candy|
|Worried this is now his health care|
|As the late, great Rik Mayall said, "Balls."|
|Salmo Pond looking all I can't believe it's November and I live in Wisconsin|
|Have been taking my mother on Nature-centric road trips to soak up this end of days weather. Rustic Road 110|
|Plenty of vertical space, cats ok.|
|His ascot was neither apricot nor ninja|
|We foraged for parking down by limnology first|
|Stop judging me, bird or I'll pee on you next—is that a tow truck?|
|Everyone loves me|
|I better get treats and walkies after this nonsense. What are you looking at?|
|I'm pretty sure ninjas don't have leashes. Is that a tow truck?|
|I'm a Hipster Ninja|
It's been a tough week so I'll leave you with a few more phone pics. This rope smells like you and you belong to me therefore ...