The night we got home from Duluth. 13° in the house and furnace broken.
Lovin’ the kittens.
The waves never look as big in the photos as they really were.
That’s our house peeking out there.
Watching the big waves splash up the cliff side.
These two follow us everywhere… on all of our walks.
I think that after the high winds of the last few days all of these leaves are probably blown off.
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