My anticipated and hoped for early sunny Sunday morning sunrise did not materialize. Skies remained cloudy until noon when a few rays of diffused sunlight managed to squeak through the gray overhead cover. Clouds eventually cleared even further and we actually saw sunlight and a few patches of blue sky later in the afternoon. Had a few things to pick up in Goderich this morning so Pheebs and I headed up Porters Hill Line. It was a strong cold east wind blowing snow across the north-bound lane. No sign of any snow plows being out so Pheebs and I plowed our own tracks through the small foot high drifts. Could have gone around them but what would be the fun in doing that eh. I did make one silly mistake though. Pheebs was pawing at the east-facing passenger side window wanting it down. Without thinking I lowered the window. So yep, the next little drift we plowed through we ended up with about half of the drift inside the Jeep. Pheebs, with a bewildered wide-eyed look on her face, had turned into a little snow cone. I was quick to get that window back up again and crank the heater up an extra notch.
LAKE ICE CONTINUES TO BUILD ALONG LAKE HURON'S SHORELINE
|THESE KINDS OF SMALL DRIFTS ARE KINDA FUN TO DRIVE THROUGH|
|THIS HARBOR TUG MOVED AROUND BACK AND FORTH BREAKING UP THE CHANNEL ICE AHEAD OF AND ALONGSIDE THE LARGE FREIGHTER|
|NOTICED A FELLOW SHUTTER-BUG OUT AND ABOUT IN THE COLD....I LIKE THAT CANON LENS|
|I NOTICED THE BOW OF A SECOND FREIGHTER ON THE NORTH SIDE OF THE MINE COMPLEX|
|THE BOWS OF BOTH SHIPS ARE VISIBLE IN THIS PHOTO| HERE'S SQUIRRELY GETTING ONTO OUR HANGING BIRD FEEDER
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A Dutchman was explaining the red, white, and blue Netherlands flag to an American. "Our flag is symbolic of our taxes. We get red when we talk about them, white when we get our tax bills, and blue after we pay them." The American nodded. "It's the same in the USA only we see stars too!"
AND HERE'S SQUIRRELY A FEW SECONDS LATER IN THE PROCESS OF LOSING HIS GRIP AND FALLING OFF THE FEEDER
My GPS just told me to turn around...
Now I can’t see where I’m driving.
A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license. First, of course, he had to take an eyesight test. The optician showed him a card with the letters: 'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.'
"Can you read this?" the optician asked.
"Read it?" the Polish guy replied, "I know the guy."