Un-dampened

In spite of afternoon rain...

Forlorn, almost empty marina.

Former chunks of the Benjamin Islands guarding the entrance to our Kagawong harbor.

Where's Paxton?

Not a rolling stone.

But in the morning we were able to do some logging; rip, cut, and stain more boards. But then the rains came and the wind started building.

Quickly getting up to our ash in firewood.

In pursuit of the "something on the water every day" pledge, I took Geode the Dingy (story title Ab) for a good long row in the rain, and there is nothing half so much fun as simply "messing around in boats." While in Geode, I spent five minutes rowing the Kagawong river (looking for salmon), steadily upstream—but going nowhere. Possibly something metaphorical in that.