Day ? (But isn’t that the whole reason you go on holidays, to forget what day it is?)

Washboard and I don’t mean a six pack, I mean a road that is pure unadulterated washboard. Picture if you will, a Nutribullet and the rider is in the container and the person who services the road presses the button and off we go. Ugugugugugugugugug

It was just that kind of day. The optimist in me was happy that it rained last night cause it kept the dust down on the road. My tush was a constant reminder of the pessimist in me and the pain of riding a washboard. It wasn’t a long ride (thank you!!) about 54 km into camp. 

We met Suneet and Will in camp and happily then went into Port Hardy, also known as X-ray town (made infamous by that broken finger), a gorgeous little town with an exceptional café called Guido’s. Of course, Italian-coffee-Italian-coffee = HEAVEN 

Got back to camp and it started pouring rain. We were in a yellow thunderstorm advisory, and there were massive thunder claps everywhere. Pretty chill afternoon, both literally and figuratively. 

Burritos for dinner tonight.

Heather