Shift of direction. From cottage to boat.

But not a lot done. First trip to Gore Bay we removed the shrink wrap but then found no key in the "Never Remove The Key From This Place!" place. (We suspect Mark, Norm's assistant, as the culprit, and have high hopes of tracking it down.) Second trip, with the spare key, the power washer failed to work. (Ice damage, I think, and repaired now, I hope.)

So we decided to roust the sails out of the cabin where they were obstructing progress and pretty much everything else, only to meet an abrupt squall from the south which make hanking on sails nothing but foolhardy.

Above, Tyson's creek is still running merrily, though probably not enough to entice spawning trout. Also of note, mosquitoes have made their grand entrance and are now very annoying.