The next morning we said goodbye to Rob and Derek, but not before they went and bought us a few gallon jugs of water, since our water bag had a leak. We also took the opportunity to unload a few things that we didn't need anymore, like the wheels.
It was slow going that morning, as I was still fighting whatever bug/parasite I had gotten to make me ill. But I was doing significantly better than the day before. We made our way out of the city and industrial surroundings and back into the scenic refuge area.
It was early afternoon when the fog started to roll in. The visibility continued to drop until we were forced to stop. We couldn't see where we were going and we knew that no one would be able to see us. (We had just heard the night before that a a couple of days before a duck boat going way to fast through the fog had smashed into a buoy; and two people died and four others had to be airlifted.) Sacrificing miles for cation we waited on the shore for the dog to clear. More than an hour later the fog had lifted a bit and we tried to keep going. We made it another mile or so before more fog settle on us and we returned to the shore. We decided to just call it a short day after seventeen miles and set up camp.
A little sad that we didn't make our miles, but confident we had made the right choice. I also didn't mind the extra rest to try and take care of my sluggishness and nausea.
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