Well, Waskesiu was still there (for the 17 hours we spent there!).
We arrived to beautiful, clear skies. A walk on the causeway (such a great name for about 50 meters of cement jutting into the lake), and a chat with our daughter. It’s all good.
Next morning was overcast and rain. Dismal and dreary. Most of the weekend retreaters were gone from Waskesiu by noon. We were gone at 1:00 after lunch with our daughter.
On the way home I was thinking about all the people I have worked with over the years. A big picture idea popped into my head. My wife poked a few holes in the bubble. I’ll see if I can’t patch it up and let you know what the balloon would actually look like!