Windy!

Last night a heavy north wind blew through Presque Isle.  It partially stripped the tarps off my big woodpile and blew over the top half of one stack of split firewood.  Standing on my front porch, I could hear the waves crashing on the Huron shore beyond the woods east of the house.  That's life along the Great Lakes!  Imagine being in a 19th century sailing ship on Lake Huron, trying to reach safe harbor in such weather.  No wonder so many ships never made it.

One year ago, on March 26, 2011, Dave was installing hardware for the pocket doors serving the bathrooms, and Kyle was finishing up the bookcases.  We were clearly approaching the end of the project.