Grey, windy morning, with a real bite in the air. Perfect for the "wood warms you three times" shtick. Though, to be honest, I think it was Thoreau who first made this observation, and he suggested the warming effect was only binary.

But, whatever, wood we've got—piles of it, and we are ready for pretty much any chill.

In the afternoon Pax demanded a walk along the river, but when, on our way there, we checked how the boats were handling the big north-west blow, we found a substantial deadhead bobbing dangerously near the finger docks. Seeing this, we sprang to action, launching the Geode, lassoing the timber, and towing it to shore.

After that, we walked partway up the river, where we saw several salmon thrashing their way upstream through an unseasonably strong current.