Outpost Caretakers Week 6 ~ Ever ChangingOctober 25, 2011 | 852 Views
The weather we can experience morning to dusk can be as different as night and day.
Waking up to see the towering trees swaying against a sky that could be the colour of granite or a hue of robin’s egg blue, tells me it must be windy. Depending on the arc of sway I can tell you if there are whitecaps or swells out by Solide Island or just swirls and ripples in our bay.
Quite often a windy morning will turn into something else. If we’re lucky it will blow away the clouds and allow us a bit of sunshine. No longer do the rays reach the back deck, the sun being lower than the 300′ hill and 100′ trees so it’s down to the heli pad I go. I read that 15 minutes of basking in the sun provides the daily dose of Vitamin D and for me a much preferred method, besides you never know what you will see just sitting down there.
When you’re not lucky, the winds will bring rain. I’ve never given much thought to “rain” other than it’s wet and I don’t really care for it….yes I know I live in BC and for the time being have chosen to be in an area classified as a “rain forest” but those are the facts.
Precipitation in Haida Gwaii averages 168cm or 66 inches on the west side (that’s me) which equates to a lot of wet days. I’ve taken to embracing the rain, from inside of course, and found that there are countless ways to describe exactly how much it is raining. A spattering of raindrops can quickly turn into a cloudburst which will unleash a deluge. Sheets of rain marching across the bay one ofter another making me think this must be what a monsoon looks like. Running out of steam before I can capture it’s force, the torrent has turned into a drizzle leaving behind a mist that drifts lazily through the conifers making the whole scene appear serene with not a hint that a storm has just passed by.
Fall is in the air and that can only mean one thing…Fruitcake! It’s been about a week now that the fruit has been soaking in a generous amount of rum…… plumping up.
Our woodpile is growing piece by piece, wagonload by wagonload. We’ve been fortunate that the trees we have been working on have been relatively close by but that is coming to an end. On our walks through the woods Mike is looking up for dead trees while I have something else on my mind……a Christmas tree. Considering what happened last year I’ve decided to start looking now for the perfect one.
The bear came back. Its nice to see a bear up close in the wild but we’d rather not have him making a habit of showing up at the kitchen door.
Today is October 20th and that means we’ve been here for 2 months. I’m still puttering around putting things the way I want. Guess I better get a move on or before I know it, it will be time to put everything back.
Till next week,
Heather & Mike