Here is a pile of driftwood I found on a secluded rocky beach at the bottom of a cliff.
To get to the bottom of said cliff, I had to traverse this path. Thankfully, there is a rope to hold on to, as it is steeper than 45 degrees in some parts, and wet and muddy and slippery!
I made seven round trips up and down carrying the driftwood either on my shoulders or in a harness I rigged up from a shoulder strap I brought with me and some bits of rope I found washed up on the shore...
I made seven round trips up and down carrying the driftwood either on my shoulders or in a harness I rigged up from a shoulder strap I brought with me and some bits of rope I found washed up on the shore...
...speaking of washed up: I also found well over a hundred of these black foam strips. I reckon they were meant for flotation or insulation of some sort...
...and I carried them up the cliff too! As far as I can guess these were not from the disaster four years ago, as I have been to this particular beach several times and have never seen them before. Most, if not all, of the driftwood I found, however, is certainly from the disaster. The cliff is treacherous and no one has been down there to clean up (read: burn) the debris, so it has been there for nearly four years. The salt water has hardened and preserved the wood, which will make it more durable and ideal for sitting out in the elements after I craft it into a compost bin. I plan to use the foam as an insulative wrap around some sort of container that will house my future worm farm.
There is more than I can carry still on the beach. This gigantic piece of lumber has been stuck there for four years. It is over five meters long and I don't think I could even budge it. There is no practical way to carry it up the cliff, so I have been formulating a plan to lash some ropes to it, haul it out to sea and pull in to the port behind a boat...now to find a boat...