Mrs. Bigfoot Spills the Beans -- Who Knew!
N ote to my reader. My friend, Mrs. Bigfoot in this article helps me get important information past those who wish to censor. "Wisdom is welcome where ever it comes from." Havamal The jet stream that brought us the Canadian wildfire smoke had finally moved north, sending that suffocating stuff back to Canada. We are enjoying a reprieve while it lasts. This is crazy, I coughed. It’s such a nice day, I don’t want to waste it. I threw down my garden hoe and headed for the house. I spied my hubby busy with a project. “Hey,” I said, startling him out of his focus. “I’m tired of being cooped up. Grab your fishing pole and find me the cooler. I’ll put something together for a picnic. Let’s spend the day outdoors. What cha’ think?” An hour later, we were at our secret cove, a fishing spot hidden from the bigger part of the lake deep inside the forest. We parked the car and loaded a 4-foot, thick plastic/polymer black toboggan with what we needed for the day. The heavy-duty farm tobo...