We got back from our travels just in time to see this inspirational sunset from the deck in town.
There's no place like home, and no home finer than Sioux Lookout.

Taking my last boat, the Pelican Belle, out of the lake for the winter. November 6, 2017.

"You can read me a story?"

Mary's 60th birthday is TODAY. As you can see, she is delighted to be stuck inside on a blustery afternoon at camp.
I think she'd be thrilled to hear from friends wishing her a happy day.
She doesn't read my stuff, so if you don't tell her you saw it here she'll be none the wiser, and I'll be safe.

Looking out my front door!
Here we are, cozy at camp for this first weekend of November.
The wall clock says 1:30 because I like to get a headstart on the fall switch back to standard time.
Not much change in the forecast for continuing clouds, but we're enjoying the occasional break and sunny hints this afternoon. Dare I imagine a slim sunset this evening before 5 o'clock on the new time?
I checked my trail cams when we got here a couple hours ago and saw a nice short video of a wolf visit since we left last Sunday. Judging by the huge, magnificent, bushy tail as he passed by my sweet smelling smoker in the Palace, I have to predict a harsh winter ahead.
The birds are feeding enthusiastically at the feeder. Chickadees have been joined already this afternoon by Nuthatches, Redpolls, and Whiskeyjacks, all shucking their nuts and sunflower seeds.
A shortage of sun for the past week and the accumulation of snow on the solar panels have combined to leave our batteries a bit on the low side, so in conservation mode we have dispensed with our usual music. As much as I love the background ambience of that music I'm really enjoying the silence without the songs.
Somehow, the afternoon seems to invite a warm Spanish coffee and a pleasurable cigar.