I never get tired of the sunsets.
Sunday breakfast in the early spring, when it's cool enough to have the stove on.
Up on the roof to fix the leak (again) and this is what I see.
Nothing better than a warm campfire on a cool evening.
Lewis enjoying some off-leash time at the cabin. Still thinks the water is a giant black hole that is going to swallow him.
Let the eating and drinking and giving thanks begin!
Almost finished! Moss and thyme to grow between the stones to give it that Middle Earth shire feeling.
Something interesting is over there.
This guy was so angry when I discovered he was getting into the shed and into the garbage. Back to nuts and seeds for you, my friend!
There is a family of at least six loons that live on the lake. You can hear their haunting calls at all hours.
The access road to the cabin.
I don't think the Bassett o the Whippet would be very good as sled dogs.
Reagan, in his favourite place.