After hearing that 3 separate parties were headed to the same destination as we were, and spending the night shelter less, we gambled on an early start and fast pace to take our chance at the only shelter at Todd Harbor, and our last night in a shelter until Windigo, 3 nights away. After another fitful night of sleep disrupted by the atypical sounds and stirring of the wilderness night, we were up and hauling to organize our gear at a blazing pace. Careful not to rustle around too much in the early morning, we glided out of camp as the first hikers to break camp as McCargo Cove welcomed the sun in an eerie low fog. Checking over my shoulder as we crested the hill out of camp, I saw another group loading packs onto their backs, and that familiar feeling of urgency quickened every boot step.
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steaming ready for anxious passengers to stream in. The ferry deckhands shuffled around making final preparations for loading gear and safe passage. Lines of cars filed into the parking lot and unloaded enormous bags stuffed with gear and food for backpacking adventures. Layers of outerwear of all types and colors paraded through the doors each checking in and relishing in long awaited boarding passes. The tension was palpable as most first timers faces showed the same emotion of wonder, delight, and worry.
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