Around 1:30 this morning, Mother Nature came roaring in with thunder, lightning, heavy rain and wind.  15 minutes later, all was quiet.  The large log on the shoreline has been buried halfway in the sand since winter, 400 to 500 feet south.

Biscuit had his picture taken with an admiring family from Morton, IL this afternoon, whose name was to hard to pronounce let alone spell.  My late brother John lived in Morton.  The sky cleared and the beach was again inhabitable.