I took this photograph yesterday when the fog spent the day in our neighborhood. And it does seem to make everything so much quieter. But it took only a few noisy snowmobiles racing down our little dirt road to remember where we really are. And as the snow leaves us we must once again put up with the dirt bikes that roar up the road to tear up the nearby forest. Yes, I know everyone had the right to be in our forests, but it's so sad to travel up these roads and see all the damage these bikes do to the area in such a short time. And the scars seem to last forever. There seems to always be a few rotten apples in every barrel that spoils it for the rest of us.
Okay, I will get down off my soap box now and just enjoy the last half of the Green Bay and the New York Giants football game.