Went fishing with the Poppers this morning. Up on the river with the little boat--much more efficient that way. Made it out to the fishing hole--wore my sneaks this time, much easier-- caught a few Northerns, enough for supper.
So ok, we're out in the middle of the grassy swampy part we have to go through to get to the hole, and I'm wondering why this walk feels so different than it did two weeks ago.
Cutgrass.
You should see my poor yegs! Of course I had shorts on! Yikes! That stuff is some nasty business.
A beautiful day, a wonderful time (even with the scratches) and an interesting ride home.
I came around a corner on Hwy 95 in between where you turn to go to Osceola and where you turn to go to Scandia and I saw a car in the breakdown lane. The guy was waving the "slow down" sign. Rounded another corner, and I saw why. 6 police cars, 2 fire trucks, 4 ambulances and traffic backed up about half a mile.
A friend gave me the habit of praying for whomever is involved whenever I see blue and red lights and I started. When I passed the scene, I saw someone covered with a tarp. Bad bad bad. Please pray for this family tonight.
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