We peninsulized, crossing the Big Mac bridge. Crews are still working on it. Maybe they do maintenance twelve months of the year, only skipping days with the worst weather—wind, snow, ice.? Today, however: sunny and pleasant, some breeze.
We made it to The Place. And the Uncle Dave maple is gloriously displaying the best of autumn golds and red-tinging.
We even got a fine view of the lake. Sooooo good to be here.