Route Map   Weather Map   Daily Journal         Q & A   Special Reports   Education Section           The Game Click here to send the Viking adventurers your questions		Hodding likes to row...and worry Log Date: August 24, 1998 Author: Hodding Carter Lat/Lon: 58.55 N, 63.09 W Location: Anchored, North Head Weather: Fog, overcast, light southerly breezes Sightings: Minke whale 20 feet from dinghy Click on the pictures below to view enlargements From Hodding: Erik was going to write a journal entry last night, but the computer froze on him 11 times. For some reason he resisted bashing it in and so I'll try to give y'all an update. Hodding rows on after others have gone   We rowed again yesterday, covering 13 miles. Everyone has always written that the oars on knarrs were only for maneuvering in harbors. I'm sure that was the preferred usage, but I'm equally sure that when they had to, they rowed as many miles in a day as we do. It isn't much fun, but the guys seem to be holding up. It takes me back to the days when I had 4 to 5 hours of swimming practice in college. I actually like it. A Minke whale off our stern. We saw about half a dozen yesterday.   I feel some anxiety over our still being this far north in Labrador. It doesn't help matters that I've been reading Lure of the Labrador Wild, a gripping but sad account of the death by starvation of an ambitious writer in the back country of The Labrador. The other two men who accompanied Hubbard, the writer, barely survived. One of them, a lawyer named Wallace, wrote Lure of the Labrador Wild. It is a beautifully written reminder of how humble we are before nature. I've counted our food twice and our kerosene once since reading the book. Our stores look good but I still can't help worrying. It's my nature. John Abbott's shin after falling down...or is that his calf?   Most of the guys have gone on an 8-mile hike to look for wreckage from some schooners that supposedly met their end near here. Rob read a vague reference to these wrecks in one of our sailing directions and has taken five of the crew on a little exploration. I hope they find something. If anybody can, Rob can. He found a nearly intact harpoon last night. I have to go climb a hill to try and send this off. We're surrounded by steep mountainsides in our narrow anchorage, and the satellite transmitter can't find a satellite. It whirrs around in circles like a lost puppy. Top of page