X marks the spot

     Things are quieting down.  The campground is only one quarter full.  Today I stopped at a farmers' market/deli only to find a sign that said,"Closed for the Winter".  Hell, it isn't even fall yet.  I had been down to Warren to visit the Lie-Nielson Toolworks, the Mecca for woodworking hand tools.  When I came back, there was a small happy hour...just the Dunns, the Roths and us.  The sky was populated with some very high, alto-cirrus ice clouds and some unusually persistent contrails.  The picture below shows a "X", but a few moments before it was a perfect cross.

    Durelle had done a pot roast in the slow cooker that made for a very nice supper, but we are all very aware that our days here are numbered and there are so many things we haven't done.  C'est la vie!