Some locals did not come to see us, and we had to visit them.
In the winter before this trip, the diving companies advertised as “swim with the seals”. In the spring, this changed to “swim”, because apparently tourists were harassing the local wildlife. While we did allow the curious ones to get as close as they wanted, I am glad to say that we did not break a single seal.
So Canada’s warranty is still intact.
When used as a kayaking camera, though, it works decently. However, I also have a used Sony a6500 that I will likely be using for this in the future – assuming that I can find a decent way to keep it waterproof while I’m not actively using, but that doesn’t take forever to get out of the drybag for when I want to use it.
Really, we need a new waterproof camera designed for primary use out of the water, so I can get waterproofness and zoominess.
This shows one of the biggest issues I had with the underwater camera. If I use it out of water, photos are almost always spotted with water droplets. If I use it under the water, I am pushed around by the current and can’t get focused on anything.
It probably works better in calmer (and more boring) waters. Maybe I’ll try it in a swimming pool or something.
As of last summer, I now have two underwater cameras – a little point and shoot (as seen here) and a more professional modular system (which I used to take this picture). Both work decently, but neither are as good as I was expecting – and nearly impossible to use when the current is actively pushing you away from everything you want to see.
I mostly used the kayaks after this.
Just a quick reminder that, if you live in a metro area and are stir crazy, odds are that you can search on “[city] guide to street art” and occupy an afternoon driving around looking at stuff. (And getting out to look at stuff so long as no icky humans are within six feet* of you.
* 1.8288 meters for those of you from civilized countries
Rumor has it that if you were to get past the murderous mannegishi lurking in the grasses, drift across the lake with nary a ripple (to avoid disturbing the kooshdakhaa) and you strike the stone tomb three times – at midnight – with a stick crafted from a mountaintop pine, you can awaken the bukwus, which will then rise, emaciated with hunger, hair blowing in the sudden breeze, and proceed to devour all life for miles around.
But we didn’t do that, as we were guests in Canada, and that would not have been polite.