We drive the 75 miles to the Harbor, trying to thaw out and stay awake as the end of my three day journey is at hand. Jeane welcomes us to the Olson's Cat Harbor home with a cozy fire in the fireplace and a good hot meal. Truly good friends. The lake is now caught in the teeth of a strong northwester. Monday It's blowing and turning very cold.
Snow is in the forecast for later tonight.
I'd really like to hunker in today, but it could be the last opportunity to complete the outdoor work of preparing my camp for winter. I split some more firewood, winterize the outboard and lawnmower, haul the inflatable boat from the marina, secure storm doors, haul in the hoses. I'm exhausted as night falls. What's going on here. If it's indian summer, the indians must be on the warpath.