I’m off on a little vacation; just me myself and I plus one cat. And a really big lake.

On the five hour drive north I saw a couple sights worthy of stopping, even though it was a drizzling, damp, grey, kind of nothing in particular sort of day.

Still, there was evidence that spring was marching on regardless of the dreary weather.

At the lake mist was still clinging to the hilltops above the gentle giant of a lake.

I went for my first walk along the shore, glad to be near the water, not caring what the weather would bring. And then I noticed a lightening of the air; the sun was fighting the low hanging clouds.

But looking the other way down the beach, the clouds were piling in.

The sun and clouds tussled the rest of the day, until late in the afternoon when the sun finally broke free.

I thought perhaps there would be a spectacular sunset, but now mist is moving from the horizon toward shore. There probably won’t be any sunset at all.

Which works out fine, because I don’t think I can stay awake that long anyway.