Friday, August 17, 2012

RIP Steve McLean

I did not know Steve McLean well, but I did know him. We would often talk while he was out walking his dogs and I was either riding my bike, riding the ATV or driving in the truck. Kathleen used to see Steve often while she was out running and he was out walking. Steve liked being outside here on Ottertail Peninsula.

Today, after a long battle with lung cancer, Steve died. He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester where he had been receiving the best care that could be offered to anyone in the world. It was not enough.

The first OPA potluck dinner I ever attended, back in October 2001, Steve wore a name tag that read "John Doe." Why, I do not know. But that was Steve.

Steve was a fixture on Ottertail Peninsula and a resident of that group of houses we refer to as "The Harbor." He liked to play hockey and worked as a court reporter at the courthouse in Walker, the county seat for Cass County.

Good bye Steve. Rest in peace.

August 16, 2012 -- At Leech Lake

At 8:30 a.m. this morning the temperature was a cool 56 degrees and because we'd left some windows open last night, the temperature in the house had dropped to 64 degrees. I closed the windows and set the furnace thermostat for 68 degrees to warm up the house.

The sky was grey and overcast and the wind was howling at 15-20 mph out of the WNW. With the cold temperatures and the threat of rain, I'm not sure we'll do any staining of the house today. Plus, with all the rain we had last evening, I'd like to give the house a day to dry out before we do any staining.

Throughout the day the wind continued to howl, and at times was blowing over 25 mph creating big white caps on the lake. The grey skies did eventually give way to sun, but not until 3:30 p.m. too late to start staining for the day.

I did some more power-washing on the dock at the cabin, and I figure with another 3-4 hours of dedicated time I should be able to finish the job.

Joe and I had a rack of tasty pork spare ribs for dinner, and then watched a little TV (actually DVD since we have no TV service) before going to bed early. Tomorrow we're going to try to get several hours of staining in.

August 16 sunset over Sucker Bay, Leech Lake

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NOTE: The stray dog, which I've dubbed "Buck," showed up this evening for the first time in 12 days. He looked skinny and weak so Joe and I gave him a bowl of dog food which he devoured. He then had a second bowl. Then as darkness fell, Buck turned tail and wandered away.