I dropped everything and went to look.
|Sun and shadow. With a cormorant on a rock. The sun is favouring Quadra Island, not us.|
|There's a pot of gold there, somewhere at the bottom of the channel. The dotted line is where the current fights with itself as the tide changes.|
*Confirmation bias strikes again!**
**And post hoc ergo propter hoc, too.***
***That's ignoring all the times I grumble at the weather, and it just keeps on raining.