No, it wasn't mermaids and it wasn't the mysterious moaning known as the Bloop ... or even whale songs: it was ice pressing the fiberglass sides of my boat.



Kinda reminds me of Beneath the Icy Floe; go figure.
How can it be that you, my king, would die for me? -Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. - But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. - Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.
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Oh man, singing whales? Really?
Don't forget to wear your mittens!! Yikes that's cold!!!
-F
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