Some fishermen say that the fish don’t bite on clear sunny days. It is said that cool, even drizzling rain is preferable. Others say early morning or evening are the best times to be successful in fishing. Who knows? Not me.

At any rate, we’re off for a tour around the lake, having given up on even getting a nibble on a bright and sunny afternoon. The sisters are having a serious discussion.

The mountains visible in the background are in Wells Gray Park. Within the next day or two I’ll be driving north on Highway 5—on the other side of those mountains—on the way home to Edmonton.

As we continue our little cruise around this part of the lake (Horsefly Lake is 40 kilometres, or 25 miles long) we pass the settlement of Prairie Creek. Established as a base camp for logging originally, it later became an outpost for government meddling in something called “Forestry”. Now, I think, it is primarily a vacation retreat. It is, unlike our temporary home base, accessible by road.

The afternoon wanes, but there is still some time to enjoy sunlight back at the cabin. Marlene’s taking a cigarette break dockside after disembarking.

Isn’t she cute? I think so.