Fort Albany, Thursday May 3, 2012

A gentle reminder was given by my sister this evening, informing me that I have become increasingly negligent in maintaining these blogs; my apologies.

Early last week my friend and I ventured down to the lower dike road which, due to water levels and the weather, has been nearly impassible for months now. The road started out nearly dry, turned enjoyably muddy, and then suddenly disappeared altogether under huge slabs of ice; remnants of the stalemate held by the bloated river and the confused Seasons.

Many of the sights that day were exceptionally beautiful, from the natural ice sculptures to the delicate intricacies of the frost-bitten water. The colours were without a doubt one of the hightlights for me. They were unexpectedly pure and several degrees more clear then I would have imagined. We found all manner of things in the ice, for lack of a better word. There was nothing unusual about the grasses and bits of trees spotting our ice cubes, but when we nearly slipped on a seemingly misplaced crawfish, the fun really began. One of the dogs quickly cracked through it's shell and enjoyed the on-ice availability of 'seafood'. 

Oh, and the 'Boil Water Advisory' continues. They seemed to lift it for a day at the start of the week, but then suddenly told us to boil again. I'll let you know if I start growing a third arm or develope any other oddities...