The rain is relentless. As I write this we are in day 4 and 28 of the last 30 hours. Not super hard, but constant.

So we last left our heroes poised on the edge of a dilemma crafted by the nefarious Mr. Frostie. Forced to move south to gain more heat potential the heroine of the story found a Certified Cape Wearing Repairman, Peter. So we headed that way at first light or what we thought was the light through the gloomy, insistent rain. That way was to an island fortress in the middle of Lake Champlain carefully disguised by apple orchards planted around the area. The rendezvous was accomplished with precision timing.  After being guided into position, Peter initiated his listening super powers and declared the problem as good as solved. Leaping into his stealth work pod he quickly replaced the faulty circuit board, fixed the underlying engineering flaw and sent us on our way. As we drove off though the orchards I thought I heard the strains of the William Tell Overture wafting across the lea.

And to that end, an exhausted writer bids you a good night, Cadillac will have to wait another day and you get to see two of the five photos I took all day.