Day Twelve

I have met some great people so far on this trip. This morning I was greeted by one of the fishermen from yesterday who had returned with a friend and brought me a selection of fresh fruits to help me on my way - slices of melon, blueberries and some Werthers. Thank you so much, fresh fruit has certainly been missing from my diet over the past days. This day I was still in an urban setting and as I started to look for a suitable camping spot for the night I began to check out a number of islands in the river. The first ones were already occupied by other people so I continued on my way rather than disturbing their peace and privacy until I finally found an island of my own around seven o'clock. A little later than I would have liked but early enough to cook a proper meal rather than baked beans again. I have noticed a fair amount of beaver activity over the last day. They have definitely returned to the area after the era of the fur traders and David Thompson in the early eighteen hundreds.