To pay tribute for our four legged friends who have bared the brunt of the trip we get out of the sled one by one and run with them. After running for about 2 minutes on an only partially frozen ocean with hazards at every step the respect that I have for these dogs is immeasurable.
The uncle who has the keys to the shack comes back from fishing. Best not to tell him we slit the window to get the harnesseses and gun so we act innocent as he drives past us.