Harriet Island and the High Bridge

The snow is rapidly leaving us, replaced by puddles and the stuff that won't melt. Harriet Island is pretty much deserted on March days like this, but in the early part of July is the home of a large party. The Taste of Minnesota then fills the island with people searching for unique eats and a place to watch fireworks. These benches are unused and just recently freed from their icy bonds. This idea of photographing benches comes from Santini and I must give her credit. The area behind the benches contains a lot of puddles, but in a few weeks it may be completely under the waters of the mighty Mississippi, if the floods come. Spring in Minnesota can be an adventure.


The high bridge over the Mississippi as seen from Harriet Island is never in any danger of being inundated by flood waters. It has a ghostly look on foggy days, and might serve as a "before" photo in a "before and after" sequence when the flood comes. There is still snow on the ground, but the warmish temps and the rain will soon take care of that.



Tennis. I've played twice in the last 24 hours with mixed results. I split sets last night, playing with the hardcore girls. I hadn't played them for two weeks and it was nice to get back to the action and the competition. I seemed to tire towards the end of our time on court, but was able to rejuvenate myself later with some of that fine Yang's Szechuan cuisine. Although, I must admit that eating spice food that late in the day can be problematic for one with geezer credentials.

This afternoon the geezer gang and I had another set to on the courts at Fort Snelling. It was a very close first set, and I was pleased that my energy level was pretty good for the whole set. We had a lot of closely competed points in the second set, but the score was not reflective of the quality of play. I really like playing these guys. For a bunch of geezers they don't give much quarter, and stay competitive until the end. They get over winning and losing and forget any animosity immediately after the sets are done. They also often forget the score while the match is in progress, which sometimes results in a delay while we, in concert, try to remember the last three or four points. Getting old is not for sissies. [GOINFS].