Too cold?  Too cold.

Too cold? Too cold.

Over the weekend, it was just too cold.  It was a zero degrees for a high on Sunday, a few of the rivers froze shut, deer walked across the Manistee, and not many people went fishing.  On a great day of skiing on Monday, the trees were popping with a noise similar to...
Some coldness

Some coldness

Sunday’s high is zero degrees, actual temperature, which is cold enough to keep me situated between the woodstove and the coffee pot.  We’ve been spoiled this year.  There has been a lot of trout fishing.  Every winter has a chiller week like this.  Yada yada.  We...
Fine days

Fine days

Some winter weeks come and go: a few trout caught, a few trails skied, a few Netflix miniseries watched.  Other weeks are better.  This past one was better.  A big front pushed through, the forecasts oscillating between all rain and ten inches of snow.  We ended up...
Cold feet?  Warm eats

Cold feet? Warm eats

We have a restaurant that just sits here all winter…we thought we might as well use it.  Plus, eating Clif bars all day gets old.  We’ll be open most every weekend for Friday and Saturday dinners, and Saturday and Sunday breakfasts.  We will try to keep...
Winter’s bone (fish)

Winter’s bone (fish)

That’s the saltwater type of bone, courtesy of Matt’s southern adventure.  Here is the Michigan type: Joyce nymphed up some skeletal remains We got buried in snow and I’ll bet we have near a foot of powder in the woods.  It’s beautiful in the...