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.