I'm going to have to
backtrack a bit here since I haven’t been the most consistence with
my blogs this season. I don't want to say “same old same old” but
quite honestly the scenery has been seen before and the deer are now
old friends. Luckily they still can amuse me and make me reach for
the camera to snap an angle that perhaps I haven't captured before.
The last week of
November delivered our first real storm of any substance. We measure
the ferocity of what's taking place beyond our line of sight by the
height of the waves crashing onto Ogilvie Island.
This would rate as a 7 out
of 10 on our scale.
Throughout the day and
into the night the force of the wind rattled windows and caused the
lodge to emit loud sharp cracks, like that of a rifle being fired.
The building does have a tendency to do this, yet we are startled by
the suddenness of it each and every time.
It was only after the
genny had been shut down, when all the world goes quiet, that we
heard the thundering roar of nature. Standing in a darkness so
impenetrable that you don't trust taking a step forward without aid
of a flashlight, we listen.
Close to shore we
filter out the sound of the small pebbles clicking against each other
as they are pushed and pulled by each advancing wave. Further out
beyond where we ever venture a deep rumble permeates the black
starless night. We can only imagine the forces at work as tons of
water race up shorelines or explode onto craggy outcrops reshaping
the coastline wave by wave.
“Things that go bump
in the night” was a fitting phase as we lay in bed trying to sleep
but continually asking each other “ Did you hear that?” as the
winds buffeted the lodge from all sides. Deciding to call it a day
since sleep was obviously not going to overtake us, Mike gets up
first to start the generator. Getting dressed I take note of the time
for the first time – 4:30 am.
Dawn (8:45 am) arrived
without incident as we surveyed our surroundings. No trees down,
which is a major concern and from our vantage point of looking out
the dining room windows the docks seem in good shape but wait
something doesn't look right.
Don't ask....we have no
idea how this could have happened. We have several theories but
seeing that the work-boat is still actually tied bow and stern we are
stumped.
Along with the arrival of
winter storms we also had our first cold spell.
The new addition to the
Outpost.
Till next time,
Heather & Mike
