Sunday, 9:00 AM. 25 degrees, wind ENE, calm. The channel is trying to freeze, the sky is partly cloudy and the barometer predicts snow.
It wasn’t the city that plowed out the end of our driveway, it was neighbor Sherman, the ferry boat captain. The ferry did not run on Christmas Day, so Sherm was doing some snow plowing, and we got included. Sherman was Santa, and the city was the Grinch.
Lucky and I walked the beach yesterday afternoon and the Sioux River Bay is freezing over, this year it’s mostly pack ice, last year it froze in glass-like plates that looked like enormous fish scales. Every year it’s different.
Last night Joan and I had the pleasure of attending the season's last Wassail Dinner Concert at The Old Rittenhouse Inn. It was a seven course gourmet dinner with the Rittenouse Singers, a local group established for the express purpose of the dinner concerts, singing every imaginable Christmas carol. I would guess there were 80 diners in the three adjoining dining rooms, the singers winding about through the tables. It is a totally unique and enjoyable experience lasting the entire evening, and in our case was complimentary from the Bayfield Chamber of Commerce in recognition of my past year’s service as President. Thanks, Chamber!! It may be freezing outside, but there's an abundance of warmth inside.
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