We were treated to a sight we had read about, dreamed of, and longed for. The long curling white sand beach wrapped around the boat as the clear blue water rippled at the shoreline. The air, crisp and clean, smelled strongly of pine, reminiscent of a remote northern lake. There was only one other boat in the anchorage, and nobody ashore.
On December 15, 2016, an arctic chill snapped us into winter mode with subzero temperatures and gale force winds. Wind chill values dipped to nearly -40 degrees Fahrenheit, freezing the surface of the bay around us in a matter of hours. Comfortably warm below, we settled in for a movie and listened to the wind’s harmonic resonance in the mast and rigging.
I woke early to the sound of snow sliding off of our shrink-wrapped enclosure, the reality of living inside an actual snow globe. The weight of the snow breaks loose its adhesion to the plastic and follows with a splash as it crashes into the ocean around us. It’s driving our cat, Farley, entirely mad. He charges from one end of the boat to the other, reacting to a series of taps, swooshes, and splashes.