In Salmon Arm, Part cloudy probably about 12-14 C
Trip to the interior was uneventful gas prices ranged from 1.41.9 in Chilliwack to 1.15.9 in Kamloops.
M's Mom seems to be a bit better as of last night.
She slowed and scanned the beach looking for a landing spot that she would feel comfortable about.
Finally she spotted a jumble of rocks with what looked like drift logs caught along one side. Beside the rocks and logs there was a small stretch of pebbly beach interspersed with patches of sand. She swung in slowing the motor to an idle then as the motor’s leg bumped on the bottom, she killed the engine and tilted the outboard.
The bow of the boat scraped and bumped along the beach and came to a halt.
Alicia jumped out onto the beach noticing that what she had thought to be just a bunch of drift logs was actually a raft and had obviously been secured to the rocks. She grabbed the bow and dragged the boat as far as she could, then took the bow rope and anchor and repeated the process that she had carried out a few days earlier on the other side of the island.
Knowing that she couldn’t pack everything and actually now not sure exactly what her next step would be she pulled out her pack, the tube of papers and after a moments hesitation the wrapped rifle as well.
Finding the raft had suggested that there must be a trail nearby and after a searching for only a few moments found where Bob had dragged the deer and cut it into the two sides. It was then easy to find the start of the trail and she left the beach after one final look at her mooring line.
She was barely a hundred yards from the beach when she came to a couple of trees across the trail as she skirted around the tops she heard a strange sound and stopped. She stood for a moment listening but hearing nothing but a seagull’s cry from out on the water and the chirping of a sparrow somewhere off in the bush, she shrugged and started to move on.
The noise came again, she cocked her head, listening. ‘It’s almost like a snore.’ She thought. She shrugged again and as she turned back to the deer trail she saw that a small branch from one of the fallen trees was quivering, the noise came again.
‘Maybe a deer or something got hit and is trapped.’
She turned back towards the fallen tree and the quivering branch.
Alicia started to bend down to look closer when she spotted a bare leg sticking out from under the jumble of branches.
“Oh my God!” She cried.
Trip to the interior was uneventful gas prices ranged from 1.41.9 in Chilliwack to 1.15.9 in Kamloops.
M's Mom seems to be a bit better as of last night.
She slowed and scanned the beach looking for a landing spot that she would feel comfortable about.
Finally she spotted a jumble of rocks with what looked like drift logs caught along one side. Beside the rocks and logs there was a small stretch of pebbly beach interspersed with patches of sand. She swung in slowing the motor to an idle then as the motor’s leg bumped on the bottom, she killed the engine and tilted the outboard.
The bow of the boat scraped and bumped along the beach and came to a halt.
Alicia jumped out onto the beach noticing that what she had thought to be just a bunch of drift logs was actually a raft and had obviously been secured to the rocks. She grabbed the bow and dragged the boat as far as she could, then took the bow rope and anchor and repeated the process that she had carried out a few days earlier on the other side of the island.
Knowing that she couldn’t pack everything and actually now not sure exactly what her next step would be she pulled out her pack, the tube of papers and after a moments hesitation the wrapped rifle as well.
Finding the raft had suggested that there must be a trail nearby and after a searching for only a few moments found where Bob had dragged the deer and cut it into the two sides. It was then easy to find the start of the trail and she left the beach after one final look at her mooring line.
She was barely a hundred yards from the beach when she came to a couple of trees across the trail as she skirted around the tops she heard a strange sound and stopped. She stood for a moment listening but hearing nothing but a seagull’s cry from out on the water and the chirping of a sparrow somewhere off in the bush, she shrugged and started to move on.
The noise came again, she cocked her head, listening. ‘It’s almost like a snore.’ She thought. She shrugged again and as she turned back to the deer trail she saw that a small branch from one of the fallen trees was quivering, the noise came again.
‘Maybe a deer or something got hit and is trapped.’
She turned back towards the fallen tree and the quivering branch.
Alicia started to bend down to look closer when she spotted a bare leg sticking out from under the jumble of branches.
“Oh my God!” She cried.
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