This is our most beautiful camp so far, located among little poplars and lodgepole pines on a gentle slope overlooking the lake with small poplars and sage scattered over it. I had a big sage fire last night.
Now my diary letter is up to date. The men got up early and went fishing along the shore. Irl got one lake trout. That was all the luck they had. They came back for a hasty breakfast, then went again in a boat. We did up the dishes and aired our bedding – badly needed.