|Posted on July 23, 2016 at 5:00 PM|
7:00 a. m. 68 degress. Mid Juily. It's a bright, shinning sun that breaches the pines at the east end of the lake. The sky blue water sparkles and the breeze is soft and warm. It's the kind of morning you think about when you think about morning. The heat wave we've endured for the last week is suppose to subside slowly starting today. We've been in the low 90s and someplace in the mid or upper 90s but the thing is, of course, "it's not the heat it's the humidity." The humidity has been above 70 percent for a week too, C'mon cold front.
10:00 a.m. It's mid morning and the blue sky and sunshine have been covered by a gun barrel gray overcast. It's 72 degrees and yesterday at this time it was 90. I guess that's a cold front for July. I hear a chainsaw off in the distance. One of my neighbors is taking advantage of the cooler temperatures and starting the process of firewood collection and processing, Why now one might ask, in the hottet part of the year? Well let me put it to you this way ... 6 month ago, just 6 little turns of the calendar, or 6 full moons back, the wind chill factor was 50 below. That's something you dont forget and you can't prepare for it too soon. I have more that half of next winter's firewood already cut, split, and stacked and now, suddenly Old Man Winter doesn't look so tough. But don't tell him I said that.
3:00 P.M. Careful what you ask for: The cold front finally arrived full force. It's now about 69 degrees and the humidity still hangs so thick it's like a splash of water in the face. The thing is, there is no thunder or lightning. It's just a steady summer shower. I happen to know summer weather like this really turns on the fish. Big ones, too, northerns as long as your leg. Bass and bluegills to fill a platter. And best of all, it's Lori's turn to bail the boat. Summertime adventure in the rain with your babe at your side with a bucket and maybe a sandwich, It's good to be a woodsman.