Oh my! So sorry to see this. Yuck!
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First bike ride of the season, yesterday! Hadn’t ridden since Nov. 26. There’s still snow all around (including some very big piles that will take a long time to melt). But with the sun being higher these days, the roads, trails, and sidewalks are mostly clear and dry. Temp was 41F (5C) with a windchill of 36F (2C)—perfect! It was time to check out my recent tune-up and new parts.
On the St Paul side of the Mississippi:
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Very pleasant spring weather for a walk today, though they’re saying it will drop below freezing again next week.
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Just another ride along my local section of the Mississippi. As you can see, Spring is still making its way to us. But the snow is gone! (Oh, sure, it’s supposed to rain and snow this weekend. But it won’t last.)
And as you can see, the river is high. The below photo was taken earlier this week; they were getting a jump on signage, I guess. That area will most likely be under water next week, and the sign will likely have been moved to a higher point.
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Looks like a lovely ride!
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A beer festival you say?
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Today! Getting ready to trek over there to work it in a bit. Last night we slung 500 cases of beer into a cooler car (it’s a can fest).
The nice thing about state law here (and I assume elsewhere in the US) is that leftover cans cannot be put back into sales circulation. So volunteers take home extras. Those of us who come from a distance have to drive, so we cant “sample” during the fest. So we get first crack at taking home leftovers.
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And you’ll have the added advantage of learning which beers were particularly loved or hated, and can pick accordingly!
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I managed to sample 18 beers over 9 hours (early set up to final break down — the fest was only 3 hours). I started my watch tracking when I started working and turned it off when it was all over. I walked around 20 miles and had around 3-4 more in a golf cart.
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Nos. 3 and 4 almost look like close-ups of an animal hide.
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Last Tuesday we decided to be safer and bring crampons and ice axe, forgoing the snow shoes.
On the way back, snow was a bit too soft but still fine.
Wife always laments she only has pictures of her back.
Not my fault if she is faster than me!
Monte Forcellone, 2030 m (the peak on the left).
The previous Friday, with a slower friend, so that’s me in the picture.
Monte Cagno (2153 m) and Monte Ocre (2209 m).
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Any day that includes a great white heron is a good day!
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And babies! But I couldn’t get my phone out for that one.
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Jug line?
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It’s done by tying a stout line to a milk jug (or sometimes a short length of capped PVC pipe wrapped in a pool noodle). A hook and weight goes at the other end, with a chunk of something like a chicken liver on the hook. The contraption gets thrown in the shallows in the evening, to be retrieved the next morning. People usually put out 10-20 of them. Usually the bait is taken by catfish. The floaty section is buoyant enough that the fish cannot hold it under, and the struggle wears them out.
Unfortunately, the fish often move some distance away, and the jug isn’t recovered. The fish dies on the line. It seems especially cruel to me, but it’s legal.
ETA: this is the one I took
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