Holy smokes, Batman. 50 mph straight winds, 90 mph gusts, 10 degrees, and 7 out of control forest fires. It was a tough day. We ate a nutritious lunch consisting entirely of cookies. I turned out to be a fitting lunch since both of us nearly tossed our cookies on the 5 minute ferry ride across Country Harbour. Waves splashed all the way across the deck, drenching all of our things. We were safe inside the captain's quarters.
We did not see a food based establishment all day so we were very pleased to come upon Irv's. Irv made us burgers and coffee at his lovely canteen about 30 miles east of nowhere on a gravel road to north nowhere. He restored our faith in the trip knowing that there are good people out here (or just plain people would do, maybe even cardboard cutouts in a pinch). We camped in an unowned field and slept fitfully in the howling wind.
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