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TRIPPING THRU WINTER
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Dick Barry, Treasure and shoveler
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by Susan Barry
Dick and I are deep into our fourth winter on beautiful Tripp Lake.
Each winter has been so special and this one has been that and more! It’s
been somewhat challenging, shall we say, especially when I think of all
our "snowbird" friends who have hiked off to southern climes for
the duration |
Dick Barry skates on black ice.
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| Now you know, I don’t
shovel much anymore, but my poor groom has shoveled constantly (and cursed
occasionally) through this long winter season. During any one of these
shoveling marathons, he’s apt to return regularly to the kitchen and
announce., "I’m fed up with winter! I am sick and tired of it and I
won’t be here next year at this time!" which means we could be
leaving anytime between first snowfall and mud season. My response is
always, " But I don’t want to be away from Darby, Erin and Kira for
more than a month." (I think this is what we call an impasse." |
Winter on Garland Swamp Road.
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| We do thank God for
our good fortune, snow or no snow. It’s so beautiful here on an early
Fall morning with the mist resting on the water and the sun rising and
changing colors and views as we enjoy our first cup of coffee. The elegant
herons visit while the coffee’s cooking and then they’re gone in a
wink, gliding off to some other sheltered place.
As I sit here writing, it’s pretty tranquil out front.
No water or ducks. No sailboats from Tripp Lake Camp and no one fishing.
Only black ice on which to skate, a desert of snow with moguls, fish
houses scattered here and there, snowmobilers, an occasional skier or
snowshoer and the howling of 45 MPH winds accosting us and the ice-laden
branches, the same ones which survived the Ice Storm or ’98. |
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