Can you get tired of resting? Sure you can, I certainly did. That’s why today I carefully tested my injured leg on a few easy trails. I was a bit wobbly at first but soon enough I was enjoying myself again, even though I had to pace myself on the hills and stairs.
One of the trails I walked was Cuckolds Cove Trail, or a part of it anyway. It was very foggy which meant there were a lot of foghorns in the air. Fort Amherst’s horn was repeatedly answered by a loud boom coming from inside the fog; even though modern ships have radar they still sound their horn to warn approaching vessels of their presence.
It wasn’t long before the booming sound was accompanied by a sight:
And here’s a closer view, it was a ship from the Woodward Group:
You can ‘clearly’ see why radar and GPS are very useful tools around here.
A moment later Cuckold Head was revealed:
After that the fog briefly revealed one of the icebergs on Sugarloaf Path:
It was a short day filled with fog, but I was very happy to be out and about again.