There were supposed to be some flurries. Instead we woke up to this.
We headed off to shore in a wet slushy snow that very quickly got everything very wet. As soon as we entered the forest we heard tree limbs cracking like rifle shots. Large Arbutus limbs were succumbing to the weight of wet slush. I cautioned Yammy to keep about fifty feet separating us as we walked, to avoid a double catastrophe.
We didn't see otters frolicking, but we did see signs of their passage.
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