Dreary Days of Spring

While others may be hoping for a break in the fighting in Libya, I'm glued to the weather channel waiting for a break in the weather so I can get out on a river, lake or stream. If I don't, I'll end up as crazy as the Libyan leader. The weather forecaster doesn't give me much hope, as I sit hear looking in the yard as the cold rain falls. There are some buds on the pussy willow bush, but if I remember right, I've usually cut them by this time of year, which tells me it's a late spring. Even a glass of whiskey isn't much solace on a day like this, so I've turned to looking at the photos I took last summer for a canoe/kayak guide that's coming out in May. The photos remind me of the warm days on the Pere Marquette River or of days spent kayaking along the Sleeping Bear Dunes on Lake Michigan. Guess I'll just have to wait it out.

St. Pat's Day Destination

Sean O'Callaghan's Pub in Plymouth Michigan is going to be awful crowded on St. Pat's Day, and for good reason, it's one of the top Irish bars in the metro Detroit area, and a personal favorite. There's a large selection of beer from the British Isles, and many brands of Irish whiskey. I usually ask the bartender, who is usually from Ireland, to suggest one, and I've never been disappointed. The food is authentic. I've had the corned beef and cabbage and the fish and chips. The decor has an Irish pub feel to it, and one could wander around half the night looking at the prints on the walls.