Our two hand carts, one yellow one orange, we named after two of our good friends, Sarah and DJ (hey guys!). Troopers though they were, taking a battering everyday for more than two weeks, DJ eventually gave up. The third set of replacement wheels had again lost their bearings and worn nearly entirely through her axle.
With DJ dead and hills on the horizon, we stopped early and set up a roofed shelter for the first time. The next day we said our goodbyes to DJ, shared the load between our backs and Sarah (still going strong!), and climbed many hills.