February Plunge

Well I said the next time I took my monthly plunge I would have Mare take photos. Here they are. Pay no attention to the gut, my John Basedow video hasn't arrived yet, and the Rogaine hasn't kicked in for the top
of my bald head. There was just a short moment of hesitation as I peered into the crystal clear lake to ponder a very shallow dive as the lake has been lowered almost 7 feet. Where I dove was only 3 feet deep.


The weather was perfect for the plunge last Tuesday, Feb 26. The outside temp was a warm 45 degrees and the water was a brisk 33. I wanted to wait for a couple of chunks of ice to float into the picture, but it was getting late and the sun would soon set. Plus, I had all ready psyched myself out.


Did I fail to mention every February I quit drinking for the entire month. This made Feb. plunge a little more sensitive physically and mentally. And to think I did this sober.



The hike back up the hill was a challenge, trudging through 2 feet of snow, but it was well worth plopping into the 103 degree water that awaited me in the hot tub. Oh, by the way, this is just a before picture to match up later to my upcoming "six pack abs". Stay tuned.

It never snows in Coeur d Alene

I met a guy the other day who wanted me to go ice fishing with him. He said he had a special boat and it was ready to go. He tried to convince me we could catch more fish if we trolled. I think he was Bi Polar. I passed





When ice bergs break off it's called calving. When ice breaks off from a solid sheet, what do you call it? Chunking? This is our bay, which was froze over from point to point. Several deer have taken the opportunity to use the ice for a short cut. My dog took off in a dead run a couple hundred yards out until I was able to call her back. I wasn't going after her.





To date we have broken a 92 year old record snow fall for the season. Total snow fall is at 127 inches and I have shoveled every inch of it. Four lane roads have become two lanes and cars left on the side of the road or left unattended have dissapeared. This is what our house looked like before we got hit with another 11 inches. I should have listned to Mare when she told me to buy a plow for the quad.