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Didn’t cross my fingers long enough

We can hardly wait to get to our cottages and cabins, though people on mainland with roads to their cabins have had a significant jump on “islanders.”

Last Wednesday evening, Marnie and I launched our boat and headed to our cabin on the south arm of Rainy Lake. It has been a long seven months.

It was clear running, although ice had piled up on the west side of islands and rocks from the winds of the previous day. As we neared our island, the bay leading to the dock was iced in with shards of ice and small ice sheets.

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