For those of you unable to attend

The 2019 fall Loon Weekend was a major success.  Lots of stuff happened.

Booboo brought Picasso Loon to his new home.

Dock Doc provided pasties (That's "past -- ease," Sinman)
prepared with new interesting novel ingredients:
marjoram and Guinness.

There were many other fine meals including Clam Chowder and Lasagna.  No one lost weight.

The DEC promised that the water would be let down the week before,
but the rain and slow hand on the valve
made it higher than it has been all year.

These two tried to convince us they were on the level.
You buyin' it?

Hard at work on the egress hole covers
by the masters of "design as you go."

Meanwhile, Booboo expertly drops a couple of trees,
sparing the small hemlock in the foreground.

An opaque egress cover for the guest house,
since the snake living in the hole really doesn't need much light.
Hopefully, it will provide crawl space access if necessary.

Covers in place.
Bring on the snow.

It's not just a downed tree.
It's a Pete filter.
After the tree disintegrated,
we invited him over for a beer.

Frosty Saturday morning.

Good thing Cut Boy is so tall.
He put up the gutters on the guest house almost single handed.
Would have gone faster if he'd used both hands.
He didn't need the ladder...that's for the shrimpy support staff.

Color match is superb.
One can barely see the gutter.
The overhang at the back is to assist in getting the water
away from the building
(and to remove the need for cutting metal).

Someone rewarding himself for all the hard work.

Last winter, the need to get into the crawl space
was caused by a snow drift covering the intake.
Reset was easy, once digging through 8 feet of snow and ice was finished.
The elevated intake and exhaust should prevent the need.

The pudgy purple hand
was caused by doing handstands to crush the wine grapes.
Or by poor handling of PVC primer.
Could be either.

Staining has begun.
Dr. John and Chowdahead begged to be allowed to do the deed
so that they could get high on the fumes.
Later that same night, they did a magic trick,
making a bottle of good scotch disappear.

Regretfully, there are no shots of the mud in the entryway or the sill on the window.  You'll have to see those for yourself.

Also missing - the ghost in the wood shot, images of the fine bonfire, OSHA ladder safety course images, and other stuff, no doubt.

And after all save one were gone,
the setting sun provided a spectacular sky.