the boat has been raised. the temperature has dropped to record lows. every hour of light spent working on the ice, work extended into darkness as well. full moon, low on the horizon, biggest of the year. a bald eagle flies by every day at sunset. northern lights faint in the clouds. 3 pairs of long underwear, 2 pairs of pants, 6 sweaters, 2 coats and the cold still cuts through it all. but spirits are high and the boat is taking beautiful shape. everything unknown, everything day by day by hour.
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