I can to this day picture in my minds eye hikeing in the eastern areas of ontario with my cousen and a bunch of his friends north of Kingston, It reminded me of the movie last of the mohecans, Water falls blue water jumping off a cliff into water in the 40s and this was August. What a life for a kid, I could never do it again. Tossing a canoe on our sloulders with a back pack/tent and bags,,eating Brook trout for lunch and tossing back pike. we would cook our fish on a flat rock and with maple sticks. I was drinking the water and on the last day I started getting sick and ended my vacation with a case of Geardia, Montzuma's revenge.