There’s something about living on salt water that brings out the opportunistic in anyone. When a chunky log goes floating by, especially a fir log that, when dried and split, will fuel the wood stove for a month, it seems obvious what needs to be done.
Pull on the Nomads, grab the paddle and the board, and chase it down. It can be a haul, pulling it back home against the current, but it’s most certainly a job worth doing. I’ve heard it said that a man who cuts his own wood, warms himself twice. In my case, I would have to say that this particular log will warm me three times.