It finally feels like summer to me: wicked hot and blaringly sunny. I'm sure that if I dragged someone up here from Missouri right now and told them this was "wicked hot" they'd say, "why the heck are you using 'wicked' as an adjective?", but they'd also probably think this was delightfully cool weather. Regardless, it feels awesome to me.
Huts (I apologize if this is not the correct spelling) informs me that water temperatures 300' out from Mott and 18' down are now at SEVENTEEN DEGREES CELSIUS, which, I know, I know, we're American here, is about 62 degrees Fahrenheit. Ridiculous. That's like, bathtub temperature after you've been sitting in it for hours because you just wanted to read a FEW MORE PAGES. We've been jumping in at least once every day.
As the distinguished Sean Curry pointed out in his delightful Windigo Weekly, the island's social life is ripening with the summer berries, and every week brings more events. Last weekend we had Thor's party, a fish fry, and the jump off the Ranger dock (coordinated with the one at Windigo). (In really poor reporter fashion, I missed every single one of these events, but I hear they were a blast.) Tomorrow is the Lodge's "Chrismoose" AND the annual summer party at the Plumers', and then next week is the Park Service "Chrismoose." SO MANY CHRISMOOSES. I think I just might not order groceries for a couple weeks here. Ooh, and in a few weeks - South Shore Ranger Challenge, anyone???
I've been slacking on uploading photos, but I promise to get some more up here soon. In the meantime, keep on livin' life to the fullest, and don't give any snacks to that lucky ol' fox. :)
Yours,
the Snug Harbor Reporter
Hey there y'all,
We're here til fall,
And we've never been more alive!
We're having a ball -
Listen to the loon call -
KQC-705!
- from a genius country song I just wrote, entitled "The Interp Saga"
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