Monday, December 16, 2013

Winter is Here



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

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