It’s 1430 hours, April 17.  Day 17 of Papillon‘s misery.   Click here on Saltaire38′s blog for fotos a few hours earlier . . . at high tide, showing Le Papillon awash.   Here was Day 10.  After yesterday’s blow with gusts over 25 mph, I was curious.   So was that mallard, not to inject a canard into this story already rife with them.  The most striking change is that

she’s now oriented roughly southward, even somewhat south south west, compared with eastward since I first saw her.  Yes, that’s a car in the distance, and low-level sand blowing across the beach.

Furthermore, she’s been sucked down, but surrounded stern to

bow along her both sides with

 a fairly deep lagoon.

Thousands of fotos will linger for years, no matter whether she

gets an assisted departure or

a shifting sands burial.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.

I’m reminded of this wreck from Tierra del Fuego and southbound650.

Unrelated:  since this is the actual tax day, enjoy (or suffer)  biankablog’s “accountancy shanty.”

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