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How cold was it? It was so cold . . .

February 22, 2009

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Northern Michigan is definitely back in winter mode. How cold has it been? It’s been so cold we’ve put overcoats on the horses.  Babs writes: In case you were wondering we are still having winter. I’m not sure these blankets really keep these guys/gals warm, but it looks good to passersby.  [Ed. 2/23/09:  Managed to […]

Making do

February 16, 2009

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Babs and I are both having a bad day, but we’re making do.  Here’s what she wrote: I took some pictures today and when I got home I realized I did not have a CF card in my camera so didn’t have a new one for this week. So I went into the recent archives […]

Worlds come to Torch Lake

February 9, 2009

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On Saturday the hardwater sailors began to arrive at Torch Lake, where ten inches of solid ice was slicked with a thin layer of melt that reflected the gray sky. Perfect. They took a few practice runs and worked on their gear. By Sunday morning, the sun had come out and Babs was on the […]

A lone hardwater sailor on Torch Lake at sunset

February 2, 2009

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Babs Young sent us this peaceful, almost dreamy photo. She wrote, It’s not a regatta, but it is a hard water sailor on the north end of Torch Lake.  Dunno, Babs.  Iceboaters are pretty fierce.  I’ll bet this one was draped in icepicks and trailing a muskie.  Pretty scenery, though . . . Every week […]

How else shall I say “I love you” to a place?

January 29, 2009

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Photographer Scott Thomas (Views Infinitum) issued an invitation to a Collective Shoot of hometown landmarks, and we decided Torch Lake Views should participate.  What’s local?  What’s a landmark?  Who knows?  Fortunately, some talented regular contributors agreed to come along for the ride.  45h Parallel, by Katherine Berst If you travel north on US-31 to visit us […]

Letters from Babs: Ice boats are a-comin’ are a-comin’ are a-comin’ . . .

January 25, 2009

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Babs has been keeping an eye on the ice on Torch Lake, so naturally she met some ice-boaters.  I have spoken to these people before (ERN: Hardwater sailors skim across Torch) and have determined that they are, to put it politely, utterly daft. Friendly, though. Anyway, they were out and about today, draped in ice […]