Day 32, July 6thAnother doozy of a day! Long, hard and successful. We're tired and worn thin, exhausted from a sprint to pick up our packages at the Port Hardy P.O. But we made it, sorta. We got our packages and that's what matters. The NW wind bared it's ugly head at 10:30 this morning, a couple of hours earlier than we thought it would, leaving us several miles short of our goal. Knowing we would never make the PH P.O. by closing time we pulled out near the airport, thumbed a ride into town in a Mini-Van packed full of locals and picked up our stuff. (Mike)
