The temperatures drifted a little north of 15 Fahrenheit a couple times this past week so we took advantage of it. Monday afternoon we did a little cross country skiing at Lake Lansing North and got a hairy woodpecker. And, I didn’t fall once.
Several goodies have been reported at Maple River State Game Area so Thursday we took a little jaunt up there. Heard a great horned owl, while sitting in the car we had great looks at a northern harrier, and we saw a rough-legged hawk and ring-neck pheasants. While walking a berm I watched a coyote going across the frozen water. It must have sensed me watching it because it stopped, turned partially around, stared directly at me for a couple minutes, and then dropped behind some cattails. About that time a snow squall blew in, killing our chances of hearing any other owls so we headed back. For dinner we hit Sinhu, a great local Indian restaurant that Lindsay recommended. This is the first time in the United States I have seen goat on the menu. I’ve had some pretty tough steaks in the past so I wouldn’t be surprised if I had goat disguised as some other protein source. No disguise here, this was advertised as goat. I had my mind set on something else so I didn’t try it, but will do so in the near future.
Today we went back over to Berrien County to do some cross country skiing at Love Creek Nature Center. We got a good three hours of skiing in, and I didn’t fall once (I can’t make the same claim – Lise). Even after the 20 oz. beer I had with lunch at Nuggets down in Niles. Lise got cedar waxwings while we were skiing. I just got the rosy glow of not falling in the past two times I’ve gone skiing. While we were skiing Molly had another water polo skirmish with the Ann Arbor club team. So most of our family members have been exercising this past week. With the exception of a certain lizard that has spent the past 36 hours flopped over a heating vent.
36 hours and counting.
While I was working out at the gym last week the Winter Olympics were on the televisions. I’m plugged into my music when I’m on the running machines so I can’t hear the commentary. I was lucky enough to be watching the curling matches so the commentary really wasn’t that important. The stands were just packed for that one. Watching curling is about as exciting as watching ice fishing. I’m sure it takes a lot of skill but so does darts and billiards. The Scots have given us so many other good things, like scotch, haggis and bagpipes, why curling? And then to make it an Olympic sport. If you want a Scottish sport for the Olympics, why not caber tossing? Guys in kilts throwing telephone poles around is infinitely more amusing than watching people sweep the ice in front of a stone.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 