The temperatures soared toward 10°C the past couple of days so I headed down to my boat yesterday in hope of a paddle. But there was too much ice between me and open water. Darn it.
The Everest book kept me hopping day and night since late July and I seem to have missed a season of paddling… well, except for two fun days in the Thousand Islands in early August. (Yeah, and four days in Georgian Bay.) But my regular morning “commute” to the office by way of Dipper Bay and Birch Lake was totally disrupted.
Guess it’s time to get the skates ready in case we get a hard freeze next week.
I have spent the past four months working long days — very long days and nearly every weekend — to put together Bungalo’s first iBook. I think most people would agree that it’s been worth the effort. It’s a beautiful book and tells a great story in a new and unusual way.
I think that Apple’s iBook platform is the answer to the faltering business of creating economical and effective illustrated books. I’ve taken to calling them “coffee tablet books” in tribute to the big, lush coffee table books I used to produce back in the 1980s.
But one can’t expect to emerge from a crazy work schedule unscathed — especially if one lives beside a quiet lake surrounded by thousands of acres of protected wilderness. The beavers it seems have been as busy as me.
In early September — about the time I was doing the final edit of Pat Morrow’s 1982 ascent photos with him — I noticed the beavers had taken out a few trees on the south end of my shoreline. I wasn’t too worried as I had been Continue reading