Cabin Fever

This past Weekend was a long Holiday Weekend here in the Northern parts. As the Summer Solstice draws near, the locals start to dream of bucolic get-aways, grilled meat and civilized drinking! As did yours truly, and fortunately a friend had indeed reserved a true Log-Cabin a mere 45 km from the Hustle & Bustle of the City, yet deep in a National Park, on a small lake, and with it's own Sauna! Gung-ho, then, I had Jeeves pack the equipment and secure them to my new/old trusty Velocipede "Nopsajalka" (Quickfoot), seen here:

The last 10+ km on gravel roads
in rain, with practically no
brakes, were a trifle difficult,
I must say!

The Cabin has no Electricity; the only fairly modern contraption was a small gas stove. Other than that, it was all about Wood-Logs and Lamp-Oil:


There were some nice Man-made and Natural details of Architecture:

Breakfast is served!

Fishing in the lake gave no result, but at
least some pretty Lilly-pads were found.

Of course there was nawt else
to do but bask in the Sun all day...

Contrary to popular belief,
the Sun does not shine 24
hours a day even in these
parts; rather this
is the Mid-night Full Moon!

The trip was a success, especially after the Rain petered out after the first day. Thank Yous for all, and especially the organizer, Monsieur Ly, Esq, are in order!

Happy Summer Holidays for all!

Paddlewick, Society Cabin Inspector

A tournament of Flying Discs

This past weekend Yours Truly ventured up North-West to the quaint seas-side resort of Yyteri, famous for its sandy dunes and sunshine. The latter was, alas, in very short supply this time. I did manage to "get rid of my Winter Fur", as they say in these parts, on the first day; come the second day, a steady and chilling wind pushed in from the sea, making the idea of a dip into the drink even less appealing.

The first day our team "Monttu Auki", i.e. "Slack Jaw", played 5 games, losing only one. That placed us in the Top Four (out of 24 teams) and in the Semi-Finals! The rest of the evening was reserved for some well-earned R&R, naturally...

Our first semi-final match was quite a disaster, but the fact is that we lost for a (much) better team, so the losing was not totally our fault. After some practice and resting, we went into the Bronze Fight well prepared to work for that Medal the best we could. And it was a good fight; they gave us a good run for our money, but in the end we exited the Pit as winners, scoring 10 to 8. Thus we earned our first ever Bronze for our Polli team. And by Bronze Medal I mean a cheap red children's sand shovel...

Our various line-ups in various states of preparedness

Just like in Golf, a proper follow-through is important
for a good drive...

Trying to look somewhat competent with the Disc.


One of theirs desperately truing to score...


And then some more silly games were played:




Meanwhile elsewhere, the Ministry of Silly Sunglasses
convened to ponder next season's Silly Sunglasses.


Also present was the omni-present Ministry of Silly Faces
and Stoopid Gang Signs:

That concludes this Reportage from the Western Shore. Bronze was a good and well-earned achievement, but did leave something more to desire for next year...

Your Truly &c,
Paddlewick, Esq, Society Flying Disc Coordinator, Bronze Medalist