High winds came through the campground here at Laura Lake late yesterday. The leaves are tumbling down, floating over us and filling the site. Gary rakes them away from the fire pit, but it is a losing struggle. He talks about bringing a leaf blower next year. I think he is joking. I hope.
We had a small fire last night but it kept us hopping to put out sparks, so we soon gave up on that.
With unseasonably warm temperatures, the warmest ever recorded in October, we've been beset by hoards of campers. Of the 41 sites, 29 were filled by last night though most of the people in them were quiet senior citizens. Still, with the maples and bushes losing their leaves, we've lost our privacy … and some of the sound proofing.
Our friends the Battens pulled up stakes this morning and left for Illinois. We won't see them again until next year.
The high winds keep Gary from paddling his canoe around the lake. He spends part of his days making plans for improvements for next year's camping. He has the Piragis Northwoods Company's boundary waters catalog to peruse. It's filled with what he considers absolutely essential gadgets. I expect the UPS truck will be pulling in front of our house often this winter.
It is this time of the year, I get autumn blues, knowing we will soon be snowbound. Hallowe'en, Thanksgiving, Winter Solstice, Christmas and New Year's fend off full depression for a while, but by mid-January, I will be thinking back to the brightness of fall and even further back to summer and spring. It won't be until the end of March that I regain my equilibrium.
But what a joyful year it's been! I must remember that.
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