April 10

O/C 7C
No post tomorrow as we will be driving to Salmon Arm. Busy this morning but here is today's entry.

and weighted everything down with the plywood weight.

After an initial disappointment, he rationalized that the “setback” may have been providential as the curing process had been slowed and he would now be forced to wait a little longer. He still had no idea how he was going to “tip” his arrows, so made up his mind to work on the raft while he figured out that problem.

He ‘stewed’ up the rest of the berries and drank a cup of hot water for his breakfast then gathered together, his axe, the hammer, several coils of rope that he had beach-combed and the spikes that he had found in the box.

Although it was still drizzling the temperature was reasonably warm. He rationalized it would be better to go practically naked than be confined within wet clothes all day.

Bob crammed as much as he could in his knap sack then struck out down the trail, axe in one hand and two empty water pails in the other.

The pails he dropped at the pond as he passed by then encumbered only by the axe he broke into a trot.

He vaguely realized that due to his constant activity and diet that his physical condition had changed over the months and he was probably stronger and more fit than he had ever been before.

When he reached the other beach, he paused only long enough to slip off the knapsack then started selecting the logs that he wanted for the raft.

He looked for logs he wanted with fairly uniform diameters and not too large as they had to be rolled out and then positioned. Finding an adequate number didn’t pose any problem as the tides were a generous supplier. The lengths were not critical, but anything over sixteen feet and under eight he rejected.