Never made it to the cabin. Five inches of rain flooded the northwoods yesterday and more on the way today. No point in going just to hear the rat-a-tat-tat of rain on the steel roof. But I don't feel good about missing the time in the woods. There's never enough of it as it is. Three days gone that can never be relived. I guess rational action comes with a price.
Not much better here with close to three inches in the rain gauge. On the upside I did wade the local lake and it was fun to hear the carp wallowing in the debris of the shallows. As for me, I was skunked again. There's fish in the little lake. All I have to do is find them.