Cartwright and the Ferry

So, I'm back...On the ferry last night and no comunication of any sort. Bailed out of Port Hope Simpson yesterday Am after fueling at the smallest gas station I've seen anywhere...basically a tiny shack with a big lock on the door.To access it you go across the street to a grocery store and the clerk gets the key,opens the shed and hands out a gas hose. The fuel is pumped from an above ground tank and is of suspect quality, but the bikes ran ok on it. Trip from Port Hope Simpson was on gravel of course but not too deep and was relatively smooth so we made good time. Along the way passed 2 BMW GS riders coming from Cartwright. The second bike in line was yellow and I recognized it as T-Bones bike he sold recently to Susan Stockdale from Knoxville.She and her Husband Mitch Trailered to Maine and were making the translab loop clockwise. I was aware of their plans but It was still cool to run across them in such an obscure place as this. We stopped and chatted for a bit until the mosquitos ran us off...Rolled into Cartwright early afternon and of course Beaver had to have lunch. At the little restaurant we talked with the highschool aged waitress about Cartwright. Seems most of the adults there work in the crab processing plant.Both her parents were employed there. She was going away to school until she had a baby 6 mos ago; now she's not sure...probably go to work in the crab processing plant like everybody else...boog