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We were close to finishing for the day, so we crossed one more tricky
lead then quickly set up camp. Now, finally, I am in the refuge of the
tent again for another night. The wind is howling. God, I miss Brooke
and Dillon. I'm counting the days until we meet up in Canada.
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We started the day stumbling into the teeth of a raging westerly that
blew us off course. In time, we got back on track. In fact, it seems likely
that we may actually be on schedule and arrive at Ward Hunt Island on
May 15 as planned. Of course, just when I was feeling positive, nature
tripped me up. Crossing a lead, I stumbled and sank in up to the knee.
I threw myself flat on the ground to make a bigger surface area on
which to regather my balance and so was able to scamper forwards
with just a soggy foot.
Mother Nature must have thought we were still too complacent,
though, and chose to give us another wake-up call. The wind had died,
the fog had cleared and the sun came out: we were all agreeing that
