19C sunny. Going to be warm.
Today we have the event "Battle of the Sexes" at the club, Men against women.
We were in Victoria and Langford yesterday. Food and prescription run.

He tipped the bucket and using a piece of kindling scraped embers into it.

When the pitch was runny again he picked up the tin and put it into the bucket. A few minutes later he poured the pitch over the cracked knot and smoothed it with a stick.

After checking the drying meat once more he gathered up his saw and the axe and headed down the trail to where he had noticed a dead standing hemlock. He spent the rest of the day, falling and bucking the tree into blocks. He managed to pack a third of the tree, one block at a time up to the lean-to. The remaining blocks he stacked saving them for another day.

  

Chapter 11

Bob slept until past daylight and as he slowly came awake he remembered the raft. ‘Crap!” I better get over there.” He said. Then thought, ‘It should be all right, the storm came from my side of the island. But I better check’

Deciding he would hurry, he slipped into his breech clout and moccasins, he picked up the empty water bucket, the axe and a coil of rope. He then checked the meat and deciding it was cured enough he grabbed a piece to chew on and headed out at a fast trot. In spite of the cool air brought in by the storm he was warmed by his exertions in the first few hundred yards and gradually broke into a light sweat.

At the pond he dropped the bucket as he ran past. A deer standing at the edge of the water watched him curiously as he sped by.

He had just entered the forested part perhaps a quarter mile from the beach when he came across a tree that had undoubtedly been dislodged by the storm and lay at chest height across the path.