Yesterday evening, John, Katherine, Jasper and I hiked up onto the Bawden Highlands along the Sugarloaf Path of the East Coast Trail to have a look at the pack ice and see if there were any bergs.
There were. There was also the uncanny fog that comes with pack ice blowing ashore.
There were seagulls, but no seals that I could see.
It was uncanny to stare out into fog and see sheets of ice as far as the (undeniably closer) horizon, especially knowing how unstable and slushy that ice was. Standing on the edge of a cliff and staring out was surreal.
I went back again this morning too, for another look. Pictures as soon as I dump them off the camera!