| Last Skiing Weekend February 29th through March 2nd |
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| Conversation on Hwy 64, on the way up Radio: 107.9 FM playing U2's "Where the Streets Have No Name" Nemo: *singing along* "...where the beets have no name" MrsNemo *smiles* Nemo : "Naming your beets is probably not a good idea, you don't want to get to close to a probable foodstuff." MrsNemo : "You could also have the problem with the young beets imprinting on you." Nemo: "A dozen or more root vegetables following you around the house could get old fast." MrsNemo: "Get off the white carpet!" |
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| On Saturday, Brule was warm (for winter), not too icy, and crowded. Mrs Nemo had to be pried off the hill to make the 4:00 at St Leonard's. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| We made it back to the lake just before sunset. Walking around the lake is hard with all the snow. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| On Saturday night, teen types wanted to roast marshmallows over a campfire. We didn't have marshmallows, sticks, or a campfire but we did have cheese puffs, golf tees, and a candle. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Bar night was punctuated with a sighting of the fiery and tasty Bailey's Comet | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The Sunday morning "Shoveling The Furance Vent Out-a-thon" was less festive than planned...and it wasn't planned to be all that festive. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| After pushing through several inches of snow to get to it, the ice was found to be almost 22 inches thick. It should peek in a week or two. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| With all the snow, the lake should go up a bit. Tree tapping starts in just two weeks! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||