It must have rained last night because at 8:00 a.m. this morning everything outside was wet. The sky was still grey and overcast, the wind light at 5-8 mph out of the ENE and the temperature was 54 degrees.
As the morning moved along the wind shifted a bit and seemed to be coming from the ESE, still at only 5-8 mph. The sky in the south looked like it might contain a storm but one wasn't predicted until sometime after 5:00 p.m.
Nature Update: I was sitting in the living room quietly reading when I spotted a large bald eagle swoop across our yard and land in a tree just behind the fishing-cleaning house. I quickly grabbed the binoculars and as quietly as possible crept out onto the back porch. I was unable to spot the enormous raptor so I stealthily walked across the yard toward the dock, the whole while scanning the trees for the big bird. Eagles, despite their size, have a way of using leaves and branches to conceal themselves quite effectively. Slowly and quietly I tread onto the dock. I moved my field glasses from tree to tree trying to spy the eagle. As if it could feel my gaze coming closer, the gigantic national bird sprung from its hiding place and with a couple of loud flaps of its wings soared over the lake, not more than 25 yards from me, took a quick right turn and landed in another tree near Poage's cabin. A magnificent sight on a cool July morning.
By noon the temperature has risen to a paltry 58 degrees. The wind was still at 5-8 mph out of the east, but seemed to be swirling a bit between ESE and ENE. The sky was grey and overcast and there was a light mist in the air. This is mid-July in the northwoods of Minnesota.
At 2:00 p.m., I thought about going fishing, but the heavy mist still embraced the air and I knew that sitting on a boat for very long would require rain gear to guard against the damp. I just didn't feel like putting on rain gear, so instead I remained inside. The temperature had fallen a couple of degrees to 56 and the wind still couldn't decide which way to blow, and at times seemed to blow from all directions at once; although not very hard at 5-10 mph.
The light, grey mist permeated the air still at 3:30 p.m. All day the air itself has seemed sad. The temperature clung to 56 degrees as the wind picked up to 10-12 mph as if to finally bring with it the rain. But at 4:00 p.m., still no rain fell.
I thought again about going out onto the water to fish for walleye, but with an east wind blowing and a cold front moving into the area I figured that the already difficult walleye bite would probably be even worse. So I remained inside and continued reading the classics.
Unable to sit inside any longer, I took a brisk 2-mile walk down past Paulson's and back. The temperature was still a cool 56 degrees, but the humidity was clearly 100% since I could literally see water in the air. I arrived home damp from the experience, but happy to have gotten in some exercise and the opportunity to take in the beauty of Ottertail Peninsula. And yes, the deer, horse or yellow flies, whichever you choose to call them, were as annoying as ever, buzzing around my head and occasionally biting my neck and ears.
Just before 6:00 p.m. I made my way to the cabin to prep the grill. I planned to make BBQed marinaded pork chops tonight with a side of fried potatoes, peppers, garlic and onions and a big bowl of fruit salad, complete with watermelon, cantaloupe, raspberries, and honeydew melon.
But by 7:30 p.m., my enthusiasm for preparing such a feast waned and I decided instead to finish off the beer-battered walleye, Cole slaw and French fries that were left over from last night. I hate to waste good food. I'll prepare my pork-infused meal tomorrow to celebrate the end of the week.
I had a very nice conversation on the phone with my son Joe. He is a great guy and I hope he has a chance to visit Minnesota and Leech Lake before the summer is over.
The evening passed quietly with me doing some reading, writing and watching a bit of TV. The rain never did come, although the ground and everything outside is wet. The mist is as heavy as it's been all day. I'm going to enjoy the cool weather, however, because the forecast is for hot temperatures, in the 90s, and very humid this weekend. So for now, I'll sleep in the coolness of my bed.
Until tomorrow...
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Northwoods Proverb
There are two kinds of jobs.
One, you shower before you go to work.
The other, you shower when you come home from work.
One, you shower before you go to work.
The other, you shower when you come home from work.
July 13, 2011 -- In Leech Lake
This morning at 9:00 a.m. the temperature was a cool 54 degrees, the sky was mostly sunny and the wind was light at 5-8 mph out of the NNE.
I think later today I'm finally going to get some wood chips from Tom Malay from the 3 trees he had taken down a couple of weeks back. The outfit that cut down the trees also ground up the stumps creating a good sized pile of small wood chips which I plan to lay on the low spots on the access road at the cabin. With all the rain we've had recently, the low area of the access road has been under water and is very soggy. I'm hoping the wood chips will help fill in the low spots and reduce the mud on the road.
I was just about to settle down to a sandwich I had made for lunch when I was interrupted with an hour-long work call. No sooner than I hung up the phone and Tom was knocking at my door wondering if I was ready to get started on the wood chips. I told him I'd be down right after eating lunch.
I took enough time to enjoy my sandwich -- and Kathleen is right, sandwiches do taste better at the lake -- and then I went down to the Malays. We spent about 45 minutes loading the two piles of wood chips into the back of a trailer that I had hooked to my ATV. Once the chips were all loaded I took them down to the cabin access road and filled in the low spots. That was fun work battling the heat, the mosquitoes and the biting deer flies. But at last the trailer was empty and cleaned out so I returned it to Tom's.
I then took an ATV ride to cool off. On Ottertail Point Road, which is commonly referred to as the "upper road," I spotted an ash tree that was hanging over the road ready to come down at any minute. I went back to Tom's so I could show him the tree. We agreed that it was only a matter of time before it came down and would thus block the road, so we decided that in the next day or two we'd come back with Ron Newstrand and take it down ourselves.
I took the ATV back home, walked over to the cabin and filleted the walleye I caught last night. I'll eat it later for dinner. Once I was done with my various chores I cooled off in the lake with a "camp bath." I was refreshed and ready to tackle some additional business issues.
Since I was going to be enjoying the bounty of Leech Lake for dinner tonight, I decided not to go fishing, opting instead to stay inside, listen to music and read. It was a pleasant evening even if I didn't get out on the water. Maybe tomorrow.
I think later today I'm finally going to get some wood chips from Tom Malay from the 3 trees he had taken down a couple of weeks back. The outfit that cut down the trees also ground up the stumps creating a good sized pile of small wood chips which I plan to lay on the low spots on the access road at the cabin. With all the rain we've had recently, the low area of the access road has been under water and is very soggy. I'm hoping the wood chips will help fill in the low spots and reduce the mud on the road.
I was just about to settle down to a sandwich I had made for lunch when I was interrupted with an hour-long work call. No sooner than I hung up the phone and Tom was knocking at my door wondering if I was ready to get started on the wood chips. I told him I'd be down right after eating lunch.
I took enough time to enjoy my sandwich -- and Kathleen is right, sandwiches do taste better at the lake -- and then I went down to the Malays. We spent about 45 minutes loading the two piles of wood chips into the back of a trailer that I had hooked to my ATV. Once the chips were all loaded I took them down to the cabin access road and filled in the low spots. That was fun work battling the heat, the mosquitoes and the biting deer flies. But at last the trailer was empty and cleaned out so I returned it to Tom's.
I then took an ATV ride to cool off. On Ottertail Point Road, which is commonly referred to as the "upper road," I spotted an ash tree that was hanging over the road ready to come down at any minute. I went back to Tom's so I could show him the tree. We agreed that it was only a matter of time before it came down and would thus block the road, so we decided that in the next day or two we'd come back with Ron Newstrand and take it down ourselves.
I took the ATV back home, walked over to the cabin and filleted the walleye I caught last night. I'll eat it later for dinner. Once I was done with my various chores I cooled off in the lake with a "camp bath." I was refreshed and ready to tackle some additional business issues.
Since I was going to be enjoying the bounty of Leech Lake for dinner tonight, I decided not to go fishing, opting instead to stay inside, listen to music and read. It was a pleasant evening even if I didn't get out on the water. Maybe tomorrow.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
July 12, 2011 -- On Leech Lake
Kathleen leaves for California today.
The weather didn't even seem to try this morning, as if it and Leech Lake knew of Kathleen's impending departure. At 9:00 a.m. the sky was grey and overcast, the temperature was a chilly 54 degrees and the wind was blowing out of the NW at 8-12 mph. The lake was slate grey and looked uninviting. It looked more like a late-October morning than one in mid-July; save for the green of the leaves.
It's strange, the weather was poor, cool, grey and rainy the week leading up to Kathleen's arrival, and then suddenly, as if she brought it with her herself from California, the clouds parted, the sun came out and the temperature warmed by at least 15 degrees as soon as her plane landed in Bemidji. And now that she is preparing to leave, the weather seems to have once again given up.
We tried to make the morning last by savoring our coffee, lingering over breakfast, reading Billy Collins and just enjoying the peace of the northwoods. But time relentlessly moved forward and at last it was time for Kathleen to get ready for her trip.
The drive to Bemidji is always difficult when someone is leaving. Once at the airport, I helped Kathleen get her things inside the terminal and watched her go through security. Then it was time for me and her to go our separate ways.
I took care of a number of errands in Bemidji including getting Kathleen's bike serviced, taking care of some banking issues, getting groceries, etc. I drove back to the lake by 4:30 p.m., where the temperature had warmed to 70 degrees, the wind was still out of the NW but had slowed somewhat to 8-10 mph, and the sky was still full of big white clouds with only small patches of blue.
I took care of various business issues for a couple of hours before having some dinner. As the hour approached 9:00 p.m., I noticed that the sky had cleared and the wind had calmed to 5-8 mph from the NW. Leech Lake was inviting me to go fishing.
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Fishing Report
I motored my Lund Pro V 1800 Verado Limited Edition out onto the water at just after 9:00 p.m. The water temperature was just under 76 degrees, cooler than it's been the past few days, and the moon had already risen and was 93% waxing. The sunset was at 9:12 p.m., so I put the lights on the boat immediately after getting her off the boat lift. I watched as the cantaloupe colored sky turned darker and finally morphed into a color of concord grapes.
I was the only boat on Sucker Bay as far as I could see. I piloted my Lund out into 10 feet of water and began trolling between the cabin and the middle of Duck Bay. On my first pass south I hooked into a small hammer handle, which I released over the side of the boat.
On my next pass I hooked another fish and this one felt more like a walleye -- an initial hit then no resistance at all. When the fish got up next to the boat I saw it was indeed a walleye so I quickly slid the landing net underneath it and scooped it into the boat. I unhooked the Minnow Rap (Tennessee Shad color) from the fish and measured it on "The Judge." The fish measured a perfect 16 1/2 inches, a fine eating fish, so into the live well it went.
I made one more half-hearted pass, but since I already had tomorrow night's dinner in the box I wasn't too concerned if I caught anything or not. I didn't, by the way.
I put the boat on the lift right around 10:15 p.m., and was back inside the house by 10:30 p.m.
I listened to some music, read the newspaper, said goodnight to Kathleen in California and then called it a night myself. Good night from Leech Lake.
The weather didn't even seem to try this morning, as if it and Leech Lake knew of Kathleen's impending departure. At 9:00 a.m. the sky was grey and overcast, the temperature was a chilly 54 degrees and the wind was blowing out of the NW at 8-12 mph. The lake was slate grey and looked uninviting. It looked more like a late-October morning than one in mid-July; save for the green of the leaves.
It's strange, the weather was poor, cool, grey and rainy the week leading up to Kathleen's arrival, and then suddenly, as if she brought it with her herself from California, the clouds parted, the sun came out and the temperature warmed by at least 15 degrees as soon as her plane landed in Bemidji. And now that she is preparing to leave, the weather seems to have once again given up.
We tried to make the morning last by savoring our coffee, lingering over breakfast, reading Billy Collins and just enjoying the peace of the northwoods. But time relentlessly moved forward and at last it was time for Kathleen to get ready for her trip.
The drive to Bemidji is always difficult when someone is leaving. Once at the airport, I helped Kathleen get her things inside the terminal and watched her go through security. Then it was time for me and her to go our separate ways.
I took care of a number of errands in Bemidji including getting Kathleen's bike serviced, taking care of some banking issues, getting groceries, etc. I drove back to the lake by 4:30 p.m., where the temperature had warmed to 70 degrees, the wind was still out of the NW but had slowed somewhat to 8-10 mph, and the sky was still full of big white clouds with only small patches of blue.
I took care of various business issues for a couple of hours before having some dinner. As the hour approached 9:00 p.m., I noticed that the sky had cleared and the wind had calmed to 5-8 mph from the NW. Leech Lake was inviting me to go fishing.
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Fishing Report
I motored my Lund Pro V 1800 Verado Limited Edition out onto the water at just after 9:00 p.m. The water temperature was just under 76 degrees, cooler than it's been the past few days, and the moon had already risen and was 93% waxing. The sunset was at 9:12 p.m., so I put the lights on the boat immediately after getting her off the boat lift. I watched as the cantaloupe colored sky turned darker and finally morphed into a color of concord grapes.
I was the only boat on Sucker Bay as far as I could see. I piloted my Lund out into 10 feet of water and began trolling between the cabin and the middle of Duck Bay. On my first pass south I hooked into a small hammer handle, which I released over the side of the boat.
On my next pass I hooked another fish and this one felt more like a walleye -- an initial hit then no resistance at all. When the fish got up next to the boat I saw it was indeed a walleye so I quickly slid the landing net underneath it and scooped it into the boat. I unhooked the Minnow Rap (Tennessee Shad color) from the fish and measured it on "The Judge." The fish measured a perfect 16 1/2 inches, a fine eating fish, so into the live well it went.
I made one more half-hearted pass, but since I already had tomorrow night's dinner in the box I wasn't too concerned if I caught anything or not. I didn't, by the way.
I put the boat on the lift right around 10:15 p.m., and was back inside the house by 10:30 p.m.
I listened to some music, read the newspaper, said goodnight to Kathleen in California and then called it a night myself. Good night from Leech Lake.
Monday, July 11, 2011
July 11, 2011 -- In Leech Lake
Last night's storm really cooled things off and greatly reduced the humidity. At 10:00 a.m. this morning the temperature was 69 degrees, the sky was partly cloudy and filled with big, white billowy clouds, and the wind was very strong at 15-20 mph out of the WNW.
Kathleen and I took it pretty slow this morning. We had coffee on the back porch, Kathleen spent quite a bit of time on the phone with AT&T trying to sort out some cell phone troubles, while I took the opportunity to read some of the newspapers Kathleen brought back from St. Cloud, make some work calls and send some emails.
At 2:30 p.m. the temperature was a very pleasant 73 degrees, the wind was still strong at 12-17 mph out of the NNW, and the sky was mostly covered with big white billowy clouds so that the sun cast shadows only occasionally.
Kathleen had finished doing yoga so we thought we'd take advantage of the relatively cooler temperatures and go for a bike ride. So it was off to the cabin to get our bikes out of the garage.
Our plan was to ride down to Duck Point Woods and back, about an 8-mile ride. We almost made it to Duck Point but the black and brown biting flies were so bad, especially around Kathleen, that we had to turn tail and ride home as quickly as possible.
Once home we had a late lunch on the back porch and laid in the hammock for a while. Then Kathleen decided to go running, but a series of calls from her work and sister-in-law delayed that until almost 6:30 p.m.
At that point the temperature had dropped to right around 70 degrees, the wind was still stiff at 10-15 mph out of the NNW with gusts up over 20 mph, and the sky was still filled with big billowy clouds that blocked the sun most of the time.
When Kathleen returned from her 6-mile run, and had completed her lunges and stretching, she and I went for a swim in the lake. Even though the air temperature was cool, the water was warm and felt great.
We had a simple, quiet dinner, played some cribbage and dominoes, then called it a night.
Kathleen has to leave for California tomorrow so we need to be on the road to Bemidji by 11:30 a.m. Tomorrow night, Kathleen will be in our San Jose house with Joe, Melissa and Jayden, and our dogs. I'm sure it'll be quite an adjustment from Leech Lake to a city of more than 1 million people, but being with our family will make for a welcome homecoming for her.
No fishing again today. Maybe tomorrow, depending on the weather and how I feel.
Kathleen and I took it pretty slow this morning. We had coffee on the back porch, Kathleen spent quite a bit of time on the phone with AT&T trying to sort out some cell phone troubles, while I took the opportunity to read some of the newspapers Kathleen brought back from St. Cloud, make some work calls and send some emails.
At 2:30 p.m. the temperature was a very pleasant 73 degrees, the wind was still strong at 12-17 mph out of the NNW, and the sky was mostly covered with big white billowy clouds so that the sun cast shadows only occasionally.
Kathleen had finished doing yoga so we thought we'd take advantage of the relatively cooler temperatures and go for a bike ride. So it was off to the cabin to get our bikes out of the garage.
Our plan was to ride down to Duck Point Woods and back, about an 8-mile ride. We almost made it to Duck Point but the black and brown biting flies were so bad, especially around Kathleen, that we had to turn tail and ride home as quickly as possible.
Once home we had a late lunch on the back porch and laid in the hammock for a while. Then Kathleen decided to go running, but a series of calls from her work and sister-in-law delayed that until almost 6:30 p.m.
At that point the temperature had dropped to right around 70 degrees, the wind was still stiff at 10-15 mph out of the NNW with gusts up over 20 mph, and the sky was still filled with big billowy clouds that blocked the sun most of the time.
When Kathleen returned from her 6-mile run, and had completed her lunges and stretching, she and I went for a swim in the lake. Even though the air temperature was cool, the water was warm and felt great.
We had a simple, quiet dinner, played some cribbage and dominoes, then called it a night.
Kathleen has to leave for California tomorrow so we need to be on the road to Bemidji by 11:30 a.m. Tomorrow night, Kathleen will be in our San Jose house with Joe, Melissa and Jayden, and our dogs. I'm sure it'll be quite an adjustment from Leech Lake to a city of more than 1 million people, but being with our family will make for a welcome homecoming for her.
No fishing again today. Maybe tomorrow, depending on the weather and how I feel.
500th Post!
According to Blogger.com's dashboard for my blog -- Fishing Leech Lake -- this is my 500th post. That may not be such a huge milestone for many blogs, especially those that have multiple writers cranking out numerous posts per day, or for the blog maintained by some social media guru who churns out posts in his sleep. But for my humble little blog, 500 posts is a milestone worth noting.
I started Fishing Leech Lake back on February 20, 2005 as a way to capture various information about Leech Lake, such as weather conditions, fishing reports, and general news about the area of Leech Lake where my wife Kathleen and I have some property, i.e., Ottertail Peninsula.
True to the original name of "blog", weblog, my blog was a personal web log of my time at Leech Lake. Over the years I've added other components to my blog, and as the subhead of my blog now reads, "Musings, Observations and Fishing Reports from Minnesota's Leech Lake."
On occasion I will post something that has absolutely nothing to do with Leech Lake, other than it somehow reminds me of the time I've spent in the Northwoods of Minnesota.
So this is it. My 500th post. I look forward to the next 500 because that will mean I'll be spending more time at the place I enjoy the most -- Leech Lake.
I started Fishing Leech Lake back on February 20, 2005 as a way to capture various information about Leech Lake, such as weather conditions, fishing reports, and general news about the area of Leech Lake where my wife Kathleen and I have some property, i.e., Ottertail Peninsula.
True to the original name of "blog", weblog, my blog was a personal web log of my time at Leech Lake. Over the years I've added other components to my blog, and as the subhead of my blog now reads, "Musings, Observations and Fishing Reports from Minnesota's Leech Lake."
On occasion I will post something that has absolutely nothing to do with Leech Lake, other than it somehow reminds me of the time I've spent in the Northwoods of Minnesota.
So this is it. My 500th post. I look forward to the next 500 because that will mean I'll be spending more time at the place I enjoy the most -- Leech Lake.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
July 10, 2011 -- In Leech Lake
At 10:00 a.m. the temperature was 70 degrees, the sky was blue and clear, the wind was light at 5-8 mph out of the SSE, the lake was nearly calm, and the humidity was in the high 60s, which isn't too bad; certainly it's not as humid as it was yesterday (at least not yet!).
Kathleen sent me a text saying that she awoke early this morning, had already packed and is most definitely ready to leave St. Cloud and come back to Leech Lake. She's been gone since Thursday afternoon.
With the Newmans back at home and the group that's staying at the Poage's cabin set to leave today, it should be a quiet couple of days here at the lake; Kathleen's final few until a possible return this Fall.
Kathleen called me from Walker at 2:15 p.m. She had stopped at the DQ for an ice cream cone and then was going to do a little grocery shopping before driving home.
At 4:30 p.m. Kathleen finally arrived at Leech Lake. We unpacked the truck and put away the groceries and that little bit of activity had us dripping with sweat because of the high humidity. So we grabbed some cold drinks, got on our swimsuits and went out to the end of the dock. We talked for a little while then jumped into the lake to cool off.
The 80 degree water of Leech Lake felt refreshing and it definitely cooled our cores. After swimming for a while, we got out and Kathleen wanted to go for run down the dirt road; something she really loves. So off she went.
Just before 8:00 p.m., with Kathleen still out running, the sky turned a sickly color green-grey, the air was very still and it started to lightening directly overhead. I jumped on the ATV and drove down the road to find Kathleen. Luckily she was already past Paulson's and nearing Schiebe's so she wasn't very far from home. She climbed onto the back of the ATV and we raced home just as the rain started to fall.
The temperature was falling and the wind was now very strong at 20+ mph out of the SSE and the lake roiled with waves and whitecaps. And one of the strangest parts of this summer thunderstorm was that the sun was shining below the big storm clouds and yet it was raining. This produced some amazing sites, such as the pictures below.
A huge rainbow stretched across the eastern sky over our woods
A small gap opened up between the giant layer of clouds and the horizon
Looking south on Sucker Bay as the storm rolled toward us
The craziness of the evening extended south to St. Cloud as well. Our daughter Liz was waiting in the car with Kathleen's mom when a large tree fell across the front of the car smashing out the windshield. Luckily, no one was hurt, but emergency crews including firefighters and police were dispatched to assist in removing the many fallen trees that littered the area.
A wild night of storms in Minnesota.
Water Level -- July 4th Holiday
I know it's nearly a week after July 4th, but I try to post an update on or near three holidays throughout the year -- Memorial Day, the 4th of July and Labor Day.
This is by no means a scientific measure of the water levels of Leech Lake, only gauge I can use against other similar measurements I take.
This year, just after July 4, 2011, the water level was up to and covering the 7th cement piling of my boat ramp with water lapping at the 8th piling. This is the same water level as in late May of this year.
The highest I've ever seen it was covering 9 pilings, while the lowest level didn't even reach the first piling.
My conclusion, therefore, is the lake is among its highest water level for this time of year.
This is by no means a scientific measure of the water levels of Leech Lake, only gauge I can use against other similar measurements I take.
This year, just after July 4, 2011, the water level was up to and covering the 7th cement piling of my boat ramp with water lapping at the 8th piling. This is the same water level as in late May of this year.
The highest I've ever seen it was covering 9 pilings, while the lowest level didn't even reach the first piling.
My conclusion, therefore, is the lake is among its highest water level for this time of year.
Saturday, July 09, 2011
July 9, 2011 -- At Leech Lake
For some reason sleep did not come easily last night. My mind raced in a million different directions before it finally calmed. As a result, I know we did not have a thunderstorm until sometime after 3:00 a.m., and maybe not even then.
It did rain here at Leech Lake sometime between 3:00 a.m. and 8:00 a.m. because the ground was wet when I arose. The temperature this morning was 66 degrees, the wind was 12-18 mph out of the SSW, the sky was overcast and grey and there hung in the air a heavy blanket of humidity that made everything from the floor to the trees damp.
By 10:30 a.m. I had not yet heard from Kathleen, either voice mail or text, if she was still in Minneapolis or on her way back to St. Cloud. Ashley's plane left MSP at 6:00 a.m. this morning, so it is probable that Kathleen dropped her off at the airport and then went back to the hotel to get some additional sleep. I'll wait until after noon before contacting her.
The rain and gloomy weather have put a damper on the "White Goods Clean Up" event at the Ottertail Peninsula Community Center. Each year, usually the Saturday after the 4th of July, several dumpsters are brought to the parking lot and surrounding lawn of the community center and residents are encouraged to bring in their various junk for disposal.
It's an exciting time for many of the locals who show up with trailers attached to their trucks and ATVs in preparation for hauling away treasures that other will throw out. It's funny to see these guys load up on old garden hose, pieces of metal pipe, old coils of electrical wire and other similar items.
And I have no idea why they call it the "White Goods Clean Up." Most of the junk that is tossed out is neither white nor all that good. But it's a fun day for many of the local hoarders.
Kathleen did send me a text just before noon saying that she didn't get much sleep last night, so after dropping off Ashley at the airport she did indeed go back to the hotel for some additional sleep. She needed to vacate the room by 12:30 p.m., however, so she will be in St. Cloud this afternoon.
The wind has picked up here at Leech Lake a bit, blowing at a consistent 15+ mph out of the SSW creating some decent waves, if not the occasional white cap. The flag is flying straight out from its mast. The temperature, according to the thermometer on our back porch, is 70 degrees; but it feels hotter than that.
At 12:20 p.m. the sun peaked out from behind the clouds for the first time today. It is supposed to be partly sunny later this afternoon with high temps in the mid 80s. And by 8:00 p.m., the wind is supposed to calm to under 10 mph, which might make it a nice night for trolling for walleye.
The humidity continued to rise and the stickiness of the air made me want to take a ride on the ATV to cool off. I decided to ride down to the "White Goods Clean Up" to see what treasures the local guys had found.
When I arrived at the community center, I saw Jerry Schiebe, Ron Geppart, Duane Paulson and Warren Snyder. Warren was just leaving, however, so I was left with the other three to chat about the hauls they'd made. Jerry had snagged a still usable patio furniture set, Duane had a truckload of odds and ends including an old computer table which he planned to use for cleaning fish, and Ron claimed the find of a still working lawn mower, among other sundries.
While we chatted a couple of trucks and car pulled in loaded with junk for disposal. Not wanting to sit around and watch, I put on my gloves and helped the guys unload the vehicles and throw mountains of junk into various dumpsters. The humidity was unbearable and soon I was soaked through my clothes.
Once things settled down a bit, I made leave after a 45 minute visit and once again sought the rushing air on the ATV to cool me.
When I got home I stopped by to see what the Newmans were doing and caught them loading their Suburban and just minutes from driving south to their home in Mahtomedi, near White Bear Lake. We bid each other goodbye and looked forward to our next meeting, whenever that may be. And with that I went home and they got into the truck and drove off.
By 3:00 p.m. the temperature had climbed to just over 80 degrees, the humidity reading was at 80% and the wind continued to blow at 12-15 mph out of the SW. The sky was mostly cloudy, but sun did shine through every few minutes.
Kathleen called me while I was outside, thus I missed talking with her, but she did leave a message. She said that as of 2:00 p.m. she was on her way from Minneapolis to St. Cloud and that she planned to see her mother, spend the night and drive back up to Leech Lake sometime on Sunday. That won't leave her much time here, since she is scheduled to fly back to San Jose on Tuesday afternoon out of Bemidji.
I finally did talk live with Kathleen just before 5:00 p.m. and she was planning on taking her mom to Saturday evening mass at St. Benedict's Church. I then listened to a Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keillor on the radio, and even though it was a rebroadcast, it was a wonderful show. Not only was the News From Lake Wobegon very heartfelt, but they had as a guest poet Billy Collins, whose work both Kathleen and I really enjoy.
At nearly 1:00 a.m. the temperature is 70 degrees, but the humidity is at 91%, which makes it almost unbearable to lay down in bed. It feels like I'm laying down on soggy sheets. But alas, I'm weary from lake of sleep last night, so no matter how humid and wet the air is, I'm going to have to call it a night.
No fishing tonight, maybe tomorrow. Too hot. Too humid to do anything but sit around and read the classics. Good night from Leech Lake.
It did rain here at Leech Lake sometime between 3:00 a.m. and 8:00 a.m. because the ground was wet when I arose. The temperature this morning was 66 degrees, the wind was 12-18 mph out of the SSW, the sky was overcast and grey and there hung in the air a heavy blanket of humidity that made everything from the floor to the trees damp.
By 10:30 a.m. I had not yet heard from Kathleen, either voice mail or text, if she was still in Minneapolis or on her way back to St. Cloud. Ashley's plane left MSP at 6:00 a.m. this morning, so it is probable that Kathleen dropped her off at the airport and then went back to the hotel to get some additional sleep. I'll wait until after noon before contacting her.
The rain and gloomy weather have put a damper on the "White Goods Clean Up" event at the Ottertail Peninsula Community Center. Each year, usually the Saturday after the 4th of July, several dumpsters are brought to the parking lot and surrounding lawn of the community center and residents are encouraged to bring in their various junk for disposal.
It's an exciting time for many of the locals who show up with trailers attached to their trucks and ATVs in preparation for hauling away treasures that other will throw out. It's funny to see these guys load up on old garden hose, pieces of metal pipe, old coils of electrical wire and other similar items.
And I have no idea why they call it the "White Goods Clean Up." Most of the junk that is tossed out is neither white nor all that good. But it's a fun day for many of the local hoarders.
Kathleen did send me a text just before noon saying that she didn't get much sleep last night, so after dropping off Ashley at the airport she did indeed go back to the hotel for some additional sleep. She needed to vacate the room by 12:30 p.m., however, so she will be in St. Cloud this afternoon.
The wind has picked up here at Leech Lake a bit, blowing at a consistent 15+ mph out of the SSW creating some decent waves, if not the occasional white cap. The flag is flying straight out from its mast. The temperature, according to the thermometer on our back porch, is 70 degrees; but it feels hotter than that.
At 12:20 p.m. the sun peaked out from behind the clouds for the first time today. It is supposed to be partly sunny later this afternoon with high temps in the mid 80s. And by 8:00 p.m., the wind is supposed to calm to under 10 mph, which might make it a nice night for trolling for walleye.
The humidity continued to rise and the stickiness of the air made me want to take a ride on the ATV to cool off. I decided to ride down to the "White Goods Clean Up" to see what treasures the local guys had found.
When I arrived at the community center, I saw Jerry Schiebe, Ron Geppart, Duane Paulson and Warren Snyder. Warren was just leaving, however, so I was left with the other three to chat about the hauls they'd made. Jerry had snagged a still usable patio furniture set, Duane had a truckload of odds and ends including an old computer table which he planned to use for cleaning fish, and Ron claimed the find of a still working lawn mower, among other sundries.
While we chatted a couple of trucks and car pulled in loaded with junk for disposal. Not wanting to sit around and watch, I put on my gloves and helped the guys unload the vehicles and throw mountains of junk into various dumpsters. The humidity was unbearable and soon I was soaked through my clothes.
Once things settled down a bit, I made leave after a 45 minute visit and once again sought the rushing air on the ATV to cool me.
When I got home I stopped by to see what the Newmans were doing and caught them loading their Suburban and just minutes from driving south to their home in Mahtomedi, near White Bear Lake. We bid each other goodbye and looked forward to our next meeting, whenever that may be. And with that I went home and they got into the truck and drove off.
By 3:00 p.m. the temperature had climbed to just over 80 degrees, the humidity reading was at 80% and the wind continued to blow at 12-15 mph out of the SW. The sky was mostly cloudy, but sun did shine through every few minutes.
Kathleen called me while I was outside, thus I missed talking with her, but she did leave a message. She said that as of 2:00 p.m. she was on her way from Minneapolis to St. Cloud and that she planned to see her mother, spend the night and drive back up to Leech Lake sometime on Sunday. That won't leave her much time here, since she is scheduled to fly back to San Jose on Tuesday afternoon out of Bemidji.
I finally did talk live with Kathleen just before 5:00 p.m. and she was planning on taking her mom to Saturday evening mass at St. Benedict's Church. I then listened to a Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keillor on the radio, and even though it was a rebroadcast, it was a wonderful show. Not only was the News From Lake Wobegon very heartfelt, but they had as a guest poet Billy Collins, whose work both Kathleen and I really enjoy.
At nearly 1:00 a.m. the temperature is 70 degrees, but the humidity is at 91%, which makes it almost unbearable to lay down in bed. It feels like I'm laying down on soggy sheets. But alas, I'm weary from lake of sleep last night, so no matter how humid and wet the air is, I'm going to have to call it a night.
No fishing tonight, maybe tomorrow. Too hot. Too humid to do anything but sit around and read the classics. Good night from Leech Lake.
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