Nome, Alaska |
There is no real way to describe how I felt when we pulled into the harbor at Nome. We were coming off an 18 hour day and my back was shot. We were exactly on a schedule. That alone was absurd. Schedules meant nothing as were were weathered in at Unakleet for several days listening to the dogs. But yet here we were on schedule for whatever that was worth. Both boats were on fumes.
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