A lone dragonfly lands on the picnic table on the dock. It's cool and windy, a sure prelude of frosty nights ahead. But the dragonfly seems content and true. Fall Dragonfly
For two consecutive years I managed to find 80 days to ski on Dubes Pond. It had been a week of rain, the water temperature falling from 72 to 52, I'm sore as heck; but I'll take it. Brooke, Wendy, Dave, (and Summer)