Sunrise Semester.
This early morning Kate and I will head back to the mainland after five nights of
alone in the wilderness
of Bayfield Inlet, Georgian Bay.
Packing up.
Our beautiful cabin.
Now having enough of the virtues of simplicity, its bye bye baby till spring break-up.
We are not one minute into our hike and already
go figure.
Even after two months of some pretty cold weather, including just two nights ago when it reached -23c, we find the first of quite a few places of crud. Just below the snow surface is a mush of water and slush. Never to take anything for granted, we've been doing this long enough to pass this a surface issue and not necessary reflective and impacting the actual ice thickness.
I never thought I would use any of my grade eleven science class but I guess there is heat in everything.
Add that snow is an excellent insulator.
Go figure.
I still love Mother Nature. Even though the quick freezing of such crud on ones boots only serves one purpose. Added mass if perchance you really wanted to kick somebody in the nuts.
Was keeping an eye out for the Ice Station Zebra. Having no idea what that is, it made it very hard.
Looking west out to Georgian Bay.
Our one way trek is about eight kilometres.
(couldn't find Mr Google's Arctic version)
At Greenwood narrows we come across more crud.
Thanks Kate.
The trail blazer.
My valentine present.
Might get cold feet if you don't want cold feet.
Historically since we've been doing this, if there is snow there's crud at the Silo as well.
What seems to compound the issues in these areas is the perpetual movement of water underneath.
The rise and fall of the bay's level combined by far off wave action if only still a small part of the whole Georgian Bay is open.
Here was are only slight sense of panic of the day.
I couldn't immediately find the rip tie opener for our Ritter Sport Marzipan Dark Chocolate
survival ration.
Fortunately there was a very happy ending and no need for search and rescue from Trenton to be called.
If you don't have enough to share with four paratroopers, don't .........
After a wild mix of weather over the past five days, we are blessed with a beautiful Valentine Day to depart.
Like here, we've seen lots of tracks but no wildlife.
Closing in on the fish huts and home.
Almost there.
Better take care
Well done.
Well done indeed.
Land ho!
(can I say ho? check back)
Bayfield Boat Club.
It will be six days before we will see anybody else.
Thompson Marine
(Place is nice and quiet without all those pesky cottagers.......)
Hope I didn't drop the keys?
About as a truly Canadian adventure as it gets.
Go figure.
No comments:
Post a Comment