Northeast Arm, 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 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.
P.S. Don't expect a letter like this too often. |