What does spending four days in the woods of Nova Scotia getting eaten alive by black flies have to do with offshore voyaging? Well I have to admit I was asking myself the same question, particularly at ten o’clock at night when faced with a horrible lake motor boat accident: One compound fracture, one head injury quickly leading to seizures and death, one severe hypothermic 300 meters over broken ground from the only clear area for the helicopter evacuation that might just save his life, and finally a missing three year old child and his understandably hysterical mother. Oh yes, said mother had a broken arm. Did I mention it was black dark?
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