Saturday saw us being minders to tow little munchkins for about 12 hours, their parents went off fishing and we had the honor of entertaining them. Between Fran as good cop and me as bad cop things worked out OK, though at times the acting out temper tantrums stretched the good cop’s commitment.
At the dock the flies were out in force, Fran refuses to wear modern bug jackets or fly dope. The munchkins do not do walking we were told so a couple trips around the trails on the four wheeler kept things quite for a bit. Then there was a conflict about who wanted to go where and when, will keep my own council on the little one.
Sunday we took a stole over the other side of harbor, there were only two people fishing over there which was a surprise as the word was out that some big char were being caught at the dock earlier that morning.
On the return walk Siutik came across a low flying bird and gave chase. At times it was hard to figure out who was chasing who, the chase seemed like it was going to go on forever so I had to call her off.
At the ball park some folks were in the early stages of a beach volleyball game, they are pretty good at it too.
So we finished the weekend off by having BBQ steaks and a cold one.
The crane on the Northern Ranger broke down last week, now we have the Aston delayed in Natuashish [the next port south of us] for undisclosed reasons. There is no wind to speak of, no rain, hail or pestilence, so maybe it must be heat exhaustion.
So the perishable freight that the ranger left behind and the Astron picked up in GB is going to be in some fine shape by the time it gets here.
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