New Year's Weekend Style. . .

A stylishly snowy skiing weekend (Say THAT three or four times in rapid succession!) during the tail end of the Christmas season. We had so much fun on the 2nd, and The Young Master did so well, that we have booked a place up north for a 3.5 day skiing weekend later in the month.

Even more than road cycling, there is simply nothing like cross-country skiing. The stress simply melts away after a few hours schussing through the woods, across the fields, up rises, and down the hills. Likewise, there is nothing quite like that calm, centered, very relaxed, warm feeling at the end of a day's ski tour.

I'd happily indulge five days a week for half the year weather permitting. If only I could get The Grand Duchess to go to Michigan Tech in Houghton-Hancock up on the Keweenaw Peninsula. We spent a couple of weeks exploring up there during Summer 2007. Great country, but remote. To say the least.

Coincidentally, before they decamped for Asheville, North Carolina early in the 20th century, where my maternal grandmother and later ol' Mom were born and grew up, one set of great grandparents and two great aunts lived for a time further up the road in Calumet, Michigan where Great Grandfather Roberts sold LARGE mining equipment to the various companies that used to mine copper and other ores in the Upper Peninsula.

How funny-peculiar (as opposed to funny-haha) that I ended up back in Michigan.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

Comments

Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

Classic Style

Search This Blog