Coop's Corner: Went For A Drive Ride

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Went For A Drive Ride

Same attitude as a motorcycle ride, same destination(s) and almost so close, close enough to the same level of enjoyment.

Heading down river, most likely much like my first ride of the new season will no doubt be. Still in the last half of February, the sun's greater intensity and wider sweep through the sky are giving all of we northerners hope. Our recent higher than average temps have only helped and I'm both hearing it and seeing it from my friends. Lighter steps and brighter dispositions, not withstanding caucus and delegate commotion.

It's been a week that's felt way extra long resulting in only a 2 day weekend (boo hoo, I know) for me and even that was seriously threatened yesterday, possibly making an even shorter break, avoided with great help from a dear friend. Thanks so very much Rick, that's twice now that you've saved me in very big ways.

Bright and mild this morning, blue sky with a blue-sky-orange sunrise, I felt a bit foggy and knew I had to get some quiet "woods" time. Peg was invited though wisely turned me down...."too much mud right now or were you thinking about paved?"

Paved was NOT what I had in mind so I headed out alone. She's so much more effective as well as efficient at Saturday cleaning than I am anyway; I'm sure that all went better without my help. :)

Lake Pepin, the lake's ice ledge here where the Mississippi River transforms into its narrower and faster self. There were a few bald eagles fishing, most of them seemed to only be casually thinking about it while resting at water's edge.

Lock and Dam #4 at Alma doing no fill/empty cycles at this time of year, only maintaining Pool Depth on the river. There were fishing boats on the river downstream and countless ice fisher people on the frozen backwater ponds upriver.

I stopped in Buffalo City for a coffee and there was a guy there with an interesting boat and to me, a very interesting boat motor/drive unit. Didn't have the camera after leaving the car. Little did I know that he and I were both headed to the Whitman Bottoms Swamp.

"Mud Motor....air cooled, don't need water, just like a lawnmower", he explained. To unknowing me, an interesting V engine and drive unit.

Not really a boat landing though serving as one today. "Roller trailer.....the only real answer" I was told. More new knowledge for my little adventure and all I'd really been seeking was some quiet time in the woods. It didn't take very long until I got the quiet that I was after......

It is absolutely as icy as it looks between the rear truck wheels and where these guys are standing. The truck is on solid ice covered ground, the guys and their trailer on river ice sheet. The truck/trailer combination slid back 6" after he put it in Park and got out.

I couldn't really tell if it was loping from being too rich via the choke being on or not but what really surprised me was when he put it in gear and actually had the prop spinning. Lugged down to what sounded like 200 rpm.....and it seemed to take it, never stalled or hiccuped. Then he got it spinning faster as they headed upstream through the backwater.

Then I got the quiet that I was after..........

Common here, large trees with very shallow root systems. Topple in winds, often after the river floods.

Yes, there was a faint bit of traffic noise, a train now and then, tracks on both the Minnesota and Wisconsin side of the river. Other than the birds, this was the best sound though......

12 comments:

SonjaMFebruary 21, 2016 at 1:23 AM
Isn't it great when spouses understand the need of alone time? We are both blessed with better halves that sense the necessity. Even better, they take care of the housework while we are gone ;-)
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TrobairitzFebruary 21, 2016 at 9:49 AM
Pretty ice/river pictures.

Sometimes spouses are just happy to stay home and putter around and clean the house.

We too know when the other needs some alone time.
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redlegsridesFebruary 21, 2016 at 11:25 AM
Nice reflection pics...am surprised that truck didn't slide all the way into the water.
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motormikeFebruary 21, 2016 at 7:05 PM
.. we should take time to step away from our cell phones.. this laptop and take time and follow Mr. Cooper's lead...
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VStar LadyFebruary 21, 2016 at 7:17 PM
Looks very much like spring is in the air around Lake Pepin.
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David MasseFebruary 25, 2016 at 7:15 PM
Nice post Doug. It's been too long since I've had some quiet time. I think last July when I went camping with Ms Yue.
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayFebruary 25, 2016 at 7:35 PM
David, last Saturday was definitely an island, an oasis in a string of days not quite as nice. I hope your "Friday" has indeed passed. My Friday lasted until Wed, the quiet time on Saturday shared here, almost too many bumps in my normally gentle road the rest of the time.

Wishing you a better Friday than last week's!
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