Northeast Arm, Lake Temagami

June 4, 1950

Dear Folks,

We stopped early today and so have a little time to write.  As you may have suspected, we were in no shape to leave on Friday morning as planned.  There were too many jobs as yet undone.  We spent all day Friday repacking, water­proofing the trailer, finishing up the camera cases, organizing the whole outfit  --- in short getting ready with a little less rush than was necessary on Thursday.


We didn't call. We had already said our goodbyes and there was no point in going over it all by way of the tele­phone.


We finally got under way Saturday morning. The last minute last minutes took until ten o'clock.  Then we were off in a drenching downpour.  Ten minutes out and we had to make our first stop.  We put the side curtains to keep the rain from ruining everything.  This done, we continued non-stop to a place a few miles north of Orilla, Ont.  Here we found an abandoned stretch of old road with a good campsite at the edge.  The rain had stopped and the ground was quite dry. We logged 223 miles.


To day we were up at 6:30 and on our way by 8:00. It was quite cold last night; near freezing.  Double woolens tonight if it remains cold.  Cold, yes.  But INVIGORATING. It makes you glad to be up and moving.


Late this afternoon we found a beautiful public camp site at the very edge of the lake.  Our tent is, perhaps, ten yards from the water.  The Province has provided at least a cord of fire wood so tonight we cook by campfire. We logged 164 today; 387 to date.


The country we have been passing through is one of roiling hills and rounded mountains; very similar to the foothills of the Adirondacks.  Between Toronto and North Bay, dairy farms occupy the land almost exclusively. North of the latter, farming ceases abruptly.  We haven't seen a farm in 60 miles.  Apparently we are getting into the 'Big Woods.'  Towns are few and far between (And this so close to Bflo!) and where ever there is one you are sure to see the stack of a lumber mill and a large float of logs.


Roads have been fair to good.  No gravel or dirt yet. The trailer seems to be holding its own.  The Jeep has already proved itself in pulling us out of a bad spot at our camp this morning.  The gasoline stove works beautifully and is a boon.  No mosquitoes to speak of although we had to use our repellant last night.  Weather this afternoon: over cast and cold.  To night we eat bannock and a slice of ham.


Tomorrow we shall be well on our way to Hearst where we shall look for our mail.

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