Nine and counting.

So with the fog back in, all day, we took a stroll down to the airstrip way to take some pictures.
The fireweed and the chives are at the side of a house overlooking the strip, by the look of it the chives are not being harvested.



A little further back towards town these little cuties hang out. The four of them run free with the mom tied up at the rear of the house. They give us what for if I take Siutik to check them out, the four of them used to scramble under the wood pile and bark and growl, now there is only room enough for two. Though with out frequent visits the darker one of the gang is becoming more friendly and comes lick my hand.



Well my comment about woman and children taking a back seat proved prophetic. When we had that narrow flight window Friday all the planes that arrived were either charters or freight flights, no schedule flight and no charters from Nain north to the Torngat Park.
So we still have oodles of lost souls roaming around, some are wondering if this is typical of our summers. It is hard to convince some them in the negative, it is more typical of the fall, but these days spring, summer, fall all seem to blend into one it would seem.

I have noticed that the fog is getting more intense these last few days, stays down to the ground longer with the odd lift to the top of the hills around town, but ever threatening from the east.