stabman
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"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip..."
It all started simply enough, with ice in the bottom of the boat and ropes all frozen together, and an engine that would not start when tested the night before. But with ropes busted apart, a new fuel bulb thing for the fuel line and a different oil/fuel mix for colder weather, all seemed well.
So, off we headed towards adventure, with all the safety equipment we'd ever need...namely a Spyderco Szabohawk.
(excellent for if you need to chop a hole in the bottom of the boat to escape through.)
Having reached the island and passed under the historic stone bridge, we were into the interior waterways:
We were stymied from one path though, which was blocked by mighty logs...no matter, the Szabohawk will bash those out of the way!!!
Or maybe not.
Anyway, turns out another waterway allowed access to a patch of land inaccessible by any footpath on the island, which leads to a hidden treasure:
Okay, getting to it, but first have to see if this damn hawk/axe thing can chop at all (sucks abysmally at clearing brush out of the way...powerful sucks):
The ruins of the ice-house for Hiram Walker's island summer house, built near the turn of last century:
Some knives and things:
And with muffins:
That was cool, but back to the boat:
It all started simply enough, with ice in the bottom of the boat and ropes all frozen together, and an engine that would not start when tested the night before. But with ropes busted apart, a new fuel bulb thing for the fuel line and a different oil/fuel mix for colder weather, all seemed well.

So, off we headed towards adventure, with all the safety equipment we'd ever need...namely a Spyderco Szabohawk.


Having reached the island and passed under the historic stone bridge, we were into the interior waterways:

We were stymied from one path though, which was blocked by mighty logs...no matter, the Szabohawk will bash those out of the way!!!

Or maybe not.

Anyway, turns out another waterway allowed access to a patch of land inaccessible by any footpath on the island, which leads to a hidden treasure:

Okay, getting to it, but first have to see if this damn hawk/axe thing can chop at all (sucks abysmally at clearing brush out of the way...powerful sucks):

The ruins of the ice-house for Hiram Walker's island summer house, built near the turn of last century:




Some knives and things:

And with muffins:

That was cool, but back to the boat:


