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May 24, 2022

Leaving Victoria Settlement meant looking forward to Buckingham House Fort George, founded by Peter Fidler, the provisioning post of Fort Vermillion, and the Rebellion historical sites of Frog Lake and Cutknife to look forward to. These places, however, would have to wait. Our immediate future was to be decided by the clouds in this picture.

By noon we were shutdown. It became nigh on impossible to paddle against the southeasterly wind and the dark clouds that raced across the horizon could not be mistaken. By the time we had our tents up, the thunder and lightening was almost continuos. Weather-bound and beached, I had made the decision to top just in time to stay dry.

My planned schedule allowed for days like this. 1 in 10 to be exact so letting go of distance lost was an easy thing. ‘Do your worst’ I whispered to the wind. 
‘I will be here tomorrow. And the day after that and after that.’