I'm up early and so is someone that looks a little like Ed...he's Ed's size and has the same look, but his face is swollen up like Quasimodo in the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Wait...it is Ed...he's been attacked by black flies, and the bites are so bad that his eyes are swollen almost shut. This necessitates a search of the camper for benadryl...Ed's in luck as we are able to locate the necessary medicine quickly. It works and, in an hour or two, the swelling is significantly reduce.
There are no laundromats in Labrador City...and Ed and I need to do laundry. So...after a few cups of French press coffee (no electricity = no coffee maker), we head into Quebec to the town of Fermont to do our laundry at the local hotel. There's a restaurant, so we have a light breakfast while our clothes are washed. It's a two-hour project, and we're back at camp around noon.
I head off to go fishing in the river next to the campground. The campground manager has given me a container of worms which he claims will guarantee successful trout fishing. He's wrong...I fish for over three hours without even a nibble. So...after three days of fishing in Labrador, I have caught a grand total of seven trout, none bigger than a few ounces.
Back at camp, Ed and I are loading on the insect repellant because the black flies are out in abundance. It's a sunny day, and the flies are enjoying the weather.
Dinner is pretty simple...fried bologna (excellent), some nice Canadian cheddar, and some crackers...all this matches up well with a bottle o Kim Crawford Pinot Gris from Australia...the perfect bologna wine!
It is, of course, cold once again...so Ed and I are bundled up as night falls...Ed reading some poetry and me digging deeper into the last volume of the Teddy Roosevelt biography...Bailey's Irish Cream is our companion until bedtime.
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