Scary and not scary
It's August, and I've had to sail only twice. Maybe three times. Not bad. On Friday, I went to yoga rather than to the lake because I had signed up for the yoga first. Also because yoga doesn't scare me. See (->), not scary.(The lights around my knees are from the reflector strips on my Mountain Equipment Co-op stretchy pants. They protect me from oncoming yogis. This may make it appear that yoga is scary, but it is not.)
Oh, I hear you. You're saying I should use yoga to overcome my fear of sailing. Well, I did, didn't I? I did yoga instead.
But you came here looking for scary, so, okay, here you go:
Monday, August 15, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
|Shots of the bridge at Florence this afternoon|
|Harry assesses the ice jam around the treehouse at dusk|
We were thinking tonight of heading down to the treehouse. River's up, so it would require the canoe. Bit of ice, but breakable. Then we thought harder. The temperature is supposed to drop to minus 10 tonight. That means more ice, and too thick to plough through, too thin to walk on. How many days would we care to be stranded down there? Maybe Sunday night we'll try it. It is to be a mere minus 5 then. We'll call you if we run into trouble.