As nearly all of my time so far had been spent trying to restore running water, catching up on client work, and of course enjoying the company of Mel and Hunter, I hadn't had a chance to step back and appreciate the majesty of Wisconsin since my arrival. I spent two hours by myself tonight standing on the lake, drinking beer and listening to the sound of the wind rustling through the needles on the pine trees while watching the sunset. The silence every now and then broken up by the faint sound of a truck whizzing down County Road A or a dog barking somewhere on the other side of the lake. It was absolutely perfect.