Donuts for Mother

Dick left this morning around 7:30 a.m. to start his trek to North Manitou. He is taking a prodigious amount of stuff, but he claims that he only has to carry it about 300 yards to the campground. North Manitou is an island which does not allow anything with wheels, so everything is done on foot. 300 yards - hmm - the length of 3 football fields - hmm - sounds kinda far to me.


He'll be fine - he's really looking forward to this adventure. He's planning to come back on the Friday noon boat, so he'll be home sometime late Friday afternoon. I understand that there are 7 caches on the island, but they're all virtual caches - which means no containers or anything - you just have to take pictures of various objects and describe them to the cache owner in order to log your find.
I took Mother some sweet corn for her supper, and we visited for quite a long time. Then she suggested that we drive out to that donut place (Dunkin Donuts).

So off we went. We stopped on the way home to get her some more frozen dinners and microwave meals. It was a nice afternoon. I was glad that Dick left me the good car.

The outside temperature right now is 66 degrees, with a stiff breeze, and it's 9 p.m. and getting dark. The reason I'm mentioning this is that some tubers just went by on the river yelling and screaming - they must be freezing to death.