January 13

-2C scattered high clouds
Bon voyage B& K, see you in a couple of weeks. You will feel the temperature change today.
Yesterday To BCAA for Travel Insurance then to Costco and got our extra prescriptions in order. It costs a fortune just to get out of town. Had our usual Hot tub and to bed at a decent time.
I didn't get anything done on Water Borne but will still have something to post below. I have thought of a couple of things that have to be added in to better set the background of the story.
I did track down that photo program (London Drugs) and found it on the internet @ 129 $, probably a good buy but will check in the states as well.

It turned after a few seconds and once more calmly resumed its search for food.

The man remained in the spot where he had rolled to for several minutes, then lifted his head and slowly looked at the beach, the water in which one foot still lay then turned his head and stared without thought at the moss covered rocks protruding from a line of stunted trees and salal brush. His wet body started to shiver and as comprehension dawned he struggled to his knees, crawled to a log and forced his body to a standing position. The air was warm and the cold that was the cause of his shivering was a result of being in the water and the soaked clothes he was wearing.

Either reason or instinct guided his hands and he started pulling off his sodden pants, his shirt and underwear. He had only socks on his feet and after a moments hesitation, sat and pulled those off as well.

The morning sun dried his damp skin and feeling stronger he flailed his arms and stamped his feet on a patch of sand. Strangely the exercise fed strength into his body and his brain quickly started to function.

He picked up his clothes and spread them out over the log, then naked as the day he was born he slowly started moving around the beach keeping to the sandy areas and when necessary onto pebbled patches.

As he moved about, searching for anything that he could use he started recalling the events of the last few days.

He remembered casting off from his float  in his small cove and making the run up to the fuel dock at Spring Bay then headed down the channel going south. He had gone for a half hour along the backside of a chain of islands then swung about and headed out into the open water. He had followed this route many times before on his way to the eighteen mile shelf. He had run on a due west bearing for another hour then slowed and prepared, his tackle for trolling. The weather report the night before had called for intermittent southerly breezes and scattered cloud so he relaxed knowing that that in spite of the normal long ten foot swells he could concentrate on fishing.. He had fished for about an hour, for once with no luck so had decided to run northwesterly along the shelf to the far end where it rose from the deep water.