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The land looked so undisturbed out there, and so then I picked the way of my travel, and once again, I was off. I don't know exactly where I was, but I had figured I was south of James Bay. The bush here was a lot closer together and I found it much harder to travel; there was a lot more bugs that had a good bite to them. I only got bit a couple of times. I keep covered up, plus I didn't have a perfume smell to me. The soap had no smell to it. I also haven't shaved in a month and a half. Traveling was slow, but I was movin forward.

As I came to the top of a hill, I looked over the land to see that in the valley ahead of me, there was about three or four miles of dead trees still standing. To me, that meant the land before me was swampy, so this was a good place to stay away from. I looked over to my left, which was to the west, away from the direction, so to my right I was to go. I couldn't see too far in that direction because of the hills, but that was to the east, and was the direction I was going.

I got about a mile from the top of the hill and decided to stop for the night. I unsaddled my horse, rubbed him down, and watered him. There was a small creek a few hundred yards off to one side. As I was getting water for camp, I could hear a trickle of water, so off I was to see what I would see. I came to a small lake or big pond. I hadn't really made camp yet, so I found a small clearing for camp. Off I went to get my horse and things. By the time I made camp, it would be dark in a few hours. I went for a look about to get some wood for a fire when I came across some footprints and to me it looked like whoever it was, they were fishing. The tracks were maybe two days old. I made my way back to camp, made a fire and put on some water for coffee. That takes about twenty minutes, so I went to the water and threw in a line to see what I could get, rolled a smoke and just looked around. What was that? It sounded like a train horn.

Just at that moment, I had a bite on my line. I landed it to see that it was a small trout. Three or four of these babies would make a nice supper. By the time I had what I wanted, it was going to be dark very soon. I cleaned the three fish and put two over the flame to cook. The bigger of the three, I fit into a forked stick and placed it near the smoke coming from the fire. I wanted to see how it would taste smoked. I found that I have been eating a lot of fish and that was something I don't normally eat a lot of, but I didn't bring a lot of meat with me, so I did with what I had. I ate dinner in silence, then sat back, had a smoke and a few shots of my bottle. This place seemed nice. I just may stay here for a few more days. There was food for my horse, food for me, lots of fresh water, what more can a man ask for? One more thing. A woman for the night to keep a man sitting with the right side up. Again, I feel asleep with my back to my saddle and a bottle between my legs.

I awoke, through some sticks on the coals and crawled back into my sleeping bag, and off into a dream land I went.
When I opened my eyes I could hear someone talking. I jumped up and made my way away from the people coming. I got behind a big green bush and waited to see what they were doing. There were three of them, one guy and two girls. The guy had a cooler with him and some fishing gear. When they seen my camp the just stopped, put down their things and looked around at my things, but not moving from the spot they had stopped at. I stayed where I was to see what they were going to do.

A few minutes had passed and I couldn't hear what they were saying, so I just got up, walked out, stood there looking at them and they were looking at me. All I had on was my pants because I jumped out of bed so fast. I was the one who broke the ice and said, "Good morning, would you like a coffee?", and made my way over to the fire to put it on. I also told them my name. The guy said his name was Jeff and his girlfriends name was Janet and the other girl was Janet's sister, Lisa. They came to the fire and sat down. I told them it would have to be black because I don't have any milk or sugar and told them of my trip I have been on. They looked at me kind of sideways, but I assured them it was something I have always wanted to do. We sat and talked for a bit then Jeff lit up a joint of hash, something I haven't had in a long time and it wasn't long before he had a beer in his hand. They had told me that they came here to go fishing. That is when I remembered about the fish I was smoke cooking. We all had a small piece and it was alright.