The ferry to Port Hardy.

The ferry to Port Hardy was scheduled to arrive there fairly late in the evening and Betty insisted on making a reservation at a motel. It was a good thing she did. The Captain of the ferry received a report of an capsized sailboat and we searched for it unsuccessfully for several hours.

We didnít get to Port hardy until after midnight and everyone on the ferry was looking for a place to stay. When we got to our motel they were turning people away left and right. The next closest town where we might or might not find a room was several miles away and it was dark, cold and drizzly. I have not argued with Betty about making reservations in advance since that night.

....Ready to go....Homeward bound.