On the forty-fourth morning, Lin Yu'an was awakened by an unusual howling sound.
He lifted the thick reed curtain, and a strong and cold north wind suddenly blew into the stone house, making him shiver involuntarily.
Lin Yu'an stepped outside the shelter, braving the icy wind, and pointed the camera toward the lake, "The situation is not looking good, the wind has picked up!"
What used to be the relatively calm surface of Chilco Lake was now turbulent, waves of white foam were whipped up by the fierce wind, harshly slapping against the rocks on the shore, producing a deafening roar.
The sky was also severely overcast, with thick clouds hanging low, ready to drop rain or snow at any moment.
Lin Yu'an looked at the overturned canoe on the shore, tethered with nylon rope next to a tree, his brow furrowed.
"In this kind of weather, the Pioneer definitely can't be launched."
