We woke up yesterday to the first snow of the year. Then to our
horror we realized we were out of scrapple too. I expected wolves to be showing
up next. We really need to do a restocking run back east.
Today we did a little trip with Molly and Mitchell down to
Pokagon State Park for the brunch buffet and some hiking. I was in line at the omelet
station when someone asked the cook what kind of meat they had. The cook
replied, “Ham, sausage, and bacon. Good Indiana pigs.” Now how can one resist that?
No scrapple though. Indiana never was a very cultured state.
The hiking was fun. Light snow and some small hills. Post-glacial
features like kames and eskers, not steep ridges like in southern Indiana. Just
enough to add some variety to the landscape. And the park has the seemingly obligatory
feature with a name somehow associated with Satan or the underworld. In this
case it’s Hell’s Point. At 1,093 feet in elevation it’s the highest point in the
park. Not quite nose bleed territory.
Molly and Mitchell on Hell’s Point.
The view from Hell’s Point.
Going down the steps at Hell’s Point.
The end of the semester is fast approaching. A couple more
labs, grading next weekend, and I’m done. I really do like the teaching, and
getting some income is nice, but everything gets old by the end of the semester.
I like the students, I like interacting with them, and I like imparting some
knowledge to them. But there’s the dark side. I would be one happy camper if I
didn’t ever have to do any course administrative stuff or grading.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 