The ice is gone and, suddenly, it is almost as if this past winter never happened.
I finally managed, with a few turns of a wrench and a good dose of pipe cement, to get water squirting in the camps from only the places I want it to squirt from. There will also be hot water available, at least for a while, this weekend for those who require such luxuries.
The beds have all been
short-sheeted made and, for the most part, I am ready (I think) to make the shift from quiet isolation to a steady stream of anglers over the next six months.
The list of things to be done has shrunk but is still long. So, with one crew arriving tonight to help tomorrow with docks and boats, and a full house booked for the weekend, how will I ever get it all done? That’s an easy question to answer. I won’t. I never do. Right now the only thing that matters to me is that everyone has a warm, dry place to stay and the ability to get on the water if they want.
We’ve got the water, bring on the anglers!