Making camp simply consisted of clearing away enough snow to let us lie on the bare ground, which we then covered with spruce bows. A warm fire and a cup of tea made it seem like home.
At what was called the Little Fishery, a stream came up from underground & consequently was able to withstand the rigors of winter and remain “open”. Numbers of little fish, minnow size, gathered here and could easily be caught with a net. When frozen in convenient sized blocks they provided wholesome, but unpopular
