Went down to the dock last evening with Dad to try and jump start the Chaparral with my new Duracell PowerPack. No luck--we figure the marine battery is flat-dead. There did, however, happen to be an excellent sunset. Here are some photos:
Lake Ontario Wind Development
An article in the Toronto Star mentions the possibility of a wind turbine factory being built on the southern shore of Ontario, CA.
Ontario is perfectly placed to supply North America and even the world with offshore turbines, components, barges, and cranes needed to harness the resource wherever it may be. [read article]
Also of interest in the article are mention of the creation of "green-collar" jobs in the wind energy industry as well as a proposed Lake Ontario offshore wind farm project.
Double Rainbow
A shot taken on Monday evening (16 Jun 08).
The rainbow in the upper right corner is quite bright, and the fainter double rainbow can be located by following the cottage's roofline to the south-easternmost peak.
Kudos to Aunt Dut for calling in the Double Rainbow-spotting from her vantage at Sodus Point.
The rainbow in the upper right corner is quite bright, and the fainter double rainbow can be located by following the cottage's roofline to the south-easternmost peak.Kudos to Aunt Dut for calling in the Double Rainbow-spotting from her vantage at Sodus Point.
Tanner Scales Lake Bluff
Tanner and I headed out for a quick jaunt under the Waxing Gibbous Moon tonight around 2315. We walked from here along the drying dirt road to its end and then cut eastward across the top of the Bluff. The descent through a few cottage yards onto the Back Beach Rd. went quickly, Tanner putting in about twice as much mileage as he swerved here and there as a Bumbly would.
Tan Boy was hesitant about dropping from the plateau clearing down to the Lake, so I led. The water of Lake Ontario is right up against the clay bank, allowing only a tip-toe path for those in desire of dry feet. We traversed the angled path from East-to-West, my first snowless pass of the Bluff front this year. Tanner did well on the wet clay and large rocks--a plus in my book for a future mountain-climbing dog.
We ascended the Bluff as far West as we could, with a zero-beach opportunity to complete our pass at the bottom. With just the slight assistance of a ledge-clearing push, Tanner's newfound LARGENESS enabled him to climb most all the way himself. Notably along our journey of the night, there is definitely vegetation taking hold at the bottom of the Bluff fill as well as expanding west across the slope. Good news for our children's children's children.
Upon our return to civilization around 2345, Tanner greedily burst into the cottage to the drinking water and lapped up that cool, crisp Huron spring water. His was the look of a satisfied beast.
Tan Boy was hesitant about dropping from the plateau clearing down to the Lake, so I led. The water of Lake Ontario is right up against the clay bank, allowing only a tip-toe path for those in desire of dry feet. We traversed the angled path from East-to-West, my first snowless pass of the Bluff front this year. Tanner did well on the wet clay and large rocks--a plus in my book for a future mountain-climbing dog.
We ascended the Bluff as far West as we could, with a zero-beach opportunity to complete our pass at the bottom. With just the slight assistance of a ledge-clearing push, Tanner's newfound LARGENESS enabled him to climb most all the way himself. Notably along our journey of the night, there is definitely vegetation taking hold at the bottom of the Bluff fill as well as expanding west across the slope. Good news for our children's children's children.
Upon our return to civilization around 2345, Tanner greedily burst into the cottage to the drinking water and lapped up that cool, crisp Huron spring water. His was the look of a satisfied beast.
Spring Peepers
I noticed the sound of Peepers for the first time tonight. They overpowered the sound of the audiobook I was listening to as I rolled along the bottom of Teeple's orchard coming home from my RIT night class, at approx. 2030 hrs.
Fish Story
This evening Tanner and I walked from the cottage to Fowler's Marina and back. We left at around 2220 and returned exactly one hour later.
Crossing the pedestrian walkway over Leroy Island Bridge, we were both startled by a large THWACK just below us. Looking over the railing, I saw a splash and heard a nearby THA-WHAMP. I made out an object just breaking the bay's surface, and pressed the button on my headlamp for illumination.
There--a few yards north of the bridge--were two gargantuan fish, just barely finding room to squeeze in between the shallow bottom and the 23 degree air above. They were distanced nearly thirty feet from each other, however both were easily visible in a sweeping glance. The fish closest to me was probably 3 1/2 feet long. Conservatively I'll say that it was--without a doubt--a minimum of 3 feet long, given the normal magnification effect of a fish under water. And in this case the primordial creature was literally touching the surface, so forget about it.
The 3-plus footer and its fish-friend were too big for Walleye; I'm sure they were both Northern Pike.
Our quick tour of the grounds at Fowler's betrayed the day's ice fishermen, tracks visible from their weighed-down sleds which led from the road all the way to the boat ramp and out onto the ice between Leroy and Eagle Islands.
Crossing the pedestrian walkway over Leroy Island Bridge, we were both startled by a large THWACK just below us. Looking over the railing, I saw a splash and heard a nearby THA-WHAMP. I made out an object just breaking the bay's surface, and pressed the button on my headlamp for illumination.
There--a few yards north of the bridge--were two gargantuan fish, just barely finding room to squeeze in between the shallow bottom and the 23 degree air above. They were distanced nearly thirty feet from each other, however both were easily visible in a sweeping glance. The fish closest to me was probably 3 1/2 feet long. Conservatively I'll say that it was--without a doubt--a minimum of 3 feet long, given the normal magnification effect of a fish under water. And in this case the primordial creature was literally touching the surface, so forget about it.
The 3-plus footer and its fish-friend were too big for Walleye; I'm sure they were both Northern Pike.
Our quick tour of the grounds at Fowler's betrayed the day's ice fishermen, tracks visible from their weighed-down sleds which led from the road all the way to the boat ramp and out onto the ice between Leroy and Eagle Islands.
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