The sun broke the distant horizon as we paddled hard into headwinds, the trip throwing one last challenge at us before we arrived in Hopedale on Day 33.
Finally there, we climbed our of our canoes and Marty pulled a piece of moldy pita our of his pocket for a snack; it was the last piece of food we had. Ted asked him for a bite, and then threw the pita in the ocean. Marty had forgot he didn’t need to be eating moldy pita any more. We all had a laugh and went into town for bacon and eggs.
We’d rushed to make our ferry, but it turned out, the ferry was actually heading north to Nain, as opposed to south to Goose Bay like we’d thought. We had the choice to either wait for the ferry to return to Hopedale in two days time, or sail the coast. We chose the latter, and visited every community on the northern Labrador coast while enjoying the breath taking scenery along the way. They even let me drive the ferry! One last adventure before our trip came to a bitter sweet end.