Our congratulatory hugs for making it up on Friday were slightly tempered when we woke this morning to find our passage home ice filled.
Thoughts of Shackleton's Antarctica Expedition being icebound for what, a couple years, had me thinking what I would have a good excuse to miss.
Well, wind shifting all day had the ice coming and going, making it more fun to watch than a concern.
First things first. Fill and fire up the hot tub.
We originally and still today keep coming back to our island and the area for it's natural beauty.We pretty much like to keep it that way except for the odd indiscretion.
This one being "Croc Rock"
Here we are doing a neighbourhood watch boat by. Tomorrow we'll enjoy finding time to stop by and peek in the windows of Ed and MaryAnn's cottage under construction.
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The early spring brownish water is the bay's way of rebooting itself. At a certain temperature layers of water turn over bringing nutrients and oxygen back into the system.
Making for more than good fishing.
Making for more than good fishing.
Here we are looking north to ice packed Charles Inlet.
All smiles as borrowing a boat is not much different than renting a car. The only difference being instead of trashing the car, you sink the boat.
The blue skies are deceptive. This is the only place on this whole planet that I'll jump into a hot tub.
No better spot to listen to the firebox roar and watch the icebergs drift by.
Our job over the next few days/weeks is to drop this baby.
The Green Monster.
Can't believe that I had to, with a sledge hammer, punch that hole by hand.
Went and found out what goods a Army Surplus store when you can't buy a used Bazoka.
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