October 10, 2012 -- Leaving Leech Lake

This morning at 7:00 a.m. the sky was clear and just beginning to show light. The wind was 8-12 mph out of the west and the temperature was right at freezing, 32 degrees.

Leech Lake sunrise

Although I went to bed before midnight last night, I had trouble sleeping; I always do the night before traveling. And before first light I was wide awake in bed making mental lists of the tasks I need to complete before leaving later in the morning.

One thing I realized is that when I first came to Leech Lake several months ago the weather was warm and getting warmer, both in California and in northern Minnesota. As a result, I didn't bring a jacket or a sweatshirt with me, which would have been nice to have since the temperature won't hit 40 degrees until I'm already on a plane on my way to Minneapolis.

Oh well, it's not that bad, especially since the Bemidji airport now has jet ways in the terminal. Just a year ago portable stairs were still used to board the small, regional aircraft that fly in and out of Bemidji. But thanks to government stimulus money, the airport now allows passengers to board without ever having to step outside.

It's now 10:30 a.m. and I'm getting ready to shut down the computer, as well as the well pump. I've cleaned out the food from the drawers and refrigerator and have three bags full to give to the Malays. I've taken the garbage and recycling to the town hall trash center and then stored the truck in the garage for the long, cold winter.

All the buildings are locked, and the security systems armed. My neighbors on either side will be keeping a close eye on the place during my absence; in fact, Tom Malay will help John Newman store John's 14-foot boat in my garage.

The Malays will be here in the next 20 minutes or so, so it's time to sign off one last time from Leech Lake; at least until my next visit.

So long from Leech Lake.