The last day of the year finds us staying at our friend Joanna’s cabin near Marquette, Michigan. We have been relaxing and enjoying the area. Birding, hiking, and just soaking up the north woods. What more could one ask?
We ended the year with respectable yearly bird lists. Lise had 33 species and I had 329. Fueled in large part by our pre-COVID trip to Belize. Something that will not be repeated in the near future. Tomorrow starts a new year and we will be off and running. Actually driving. We will do an Eastern Upper Peninsula run that will be about ten hours of driving.
Not much else to say except that 2020 is finally drawing to a close. This is not one of the best years I have lived through. Not that 2021 will be a cakewalk. It’s going to take the better part of a year for the country to see the end of the COVID crisis. And probably several years to recover from the economic and social turmoil that came with COVID. The acrimony of the last election cycle, driven in large part by that pathetic specimen of humanity that is our current president, will also take some time to die off. Like most diseases.
Time does in fact heal most wounds. I equate the year 2020 to drinking a bottle of Mogen David MD 2020, (a.k.a. Mad Dog 2020 in my younger days). It may hurt for a while after the deed is done, but eventually you get better. And please let the record show that I haven’t done anything like that since my Navy days about 45 years ago.
So, here’s to a better year.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 