B. left to assist with Maudie's dressing soon after 7:30 a.m., and a long weary morning was spent by the rest of the party waiting for his return. At last, about 11:30 Maudie and he showed up and, everything being in readiness even to a lunch to be eaten on the road, we hurriedly departed. This was so far the only campsite on the trip of which we had no pleasing recollections. We had, however, seen the first bracken, which bucked us up somewhat.

A drive of about 16 miles brought us to Everett, a considerable town 33 miles North of Seattle and just after passing through the place, a detour took us off the paved road for some distance. While making this detour lunch was eaten without stopping and shortly before reaching Silvana the road took us actually through an enormous red cedar stump. A native of the place who lived close by and who came out to talk to us while we were examining the stump told us that it measured 18 ft. in diameter 20 ft. above the ground. In imagination we pictured what a magnificent tree this must have been in it's prime, towering 300 or 400 ft. up, and dwarfing by its enormous size trees which by themselves would have been considered large above the average. This man also gave us the proper name for a beautiful snow-capped mountain and three jagged peaks which had been showing on our right, at some distance, for a number of miles. The names as given us were 'The White Horse' and 'The Three Fingers'. Distance and haze prevented our securing a satisfactory photograph.

We now came out again onto the paved road, which runs practically all the way from Seattle to Blaine on the B. C. boundary and, passing through Florence, Stanwood and Milltown, we reached Mt. Vernon. This last place was notable for some very pretty gardens, dahlias being especially fine and of many varieties and colors. On again over a highly impoverished country (level) through Burlington and Belleville, beyond which places we stopped to stretch our legs and, while so doing, secured a picture of Samish Creek, a good representative of many snow-fed streams that we had passed, winding and tumbling through perfect woodland scenery. Maudie was feeling much better and although there were grave doubts whether the benefit of the operation had not been lost through her severe fright in Seattle, danced along in high spirits and, no doubt rejoicing in her near approach to her native land, spat contemptuously at all and sundry, only varying this vulgar habit by coughing in the face of an overtaken relative in the most insulting manner and, a little North of Alger, she nosed in between two meeting cars at a place where newly surfaced road, very loose and dusty crossed a small bridge and, almost scraping the paint of one, she subjected both to a torrent of abuse and, smothering them in dust, departed on her way to Bellingham.

Passing through Bellingham, quite a pretty town, we were struck by the profusion of roses, which, though past their prime, were still very fine. In the harbour, a squadron of the U.S. Navy gave the Kid his first glimpse of a modern warship but, on being told that they were doubtless guarding the Mercantile Marine, he became obstreperous and had to be subdued. Bellingham is situated on Puget Sound. Before leaving town, the owner of a garage where we stopped for air was much interested in our license plate, which he triumphantly read as 'Saskatoon', Saskatchewan apparently not being known to him. This license plate, by the way, created quite a sensation all along from Spokane to Blaine, and from the remarks made very few Saskatchewan cars appear to travel so far afield.

We were now on the last stage before reaching the border and, after being delayed for a short time to change a sock just outside Bellingham, made good time to Blaine. The actual boundary is about a mile beyond the town and here again a short delay was caused by the absence of the American Customs Inspector. A straight road, rather rough and very dusty after the paved roads we had been traveling on, brought us to Cloverdale, 7 miles North of the border. Here we purchased supplies and coal oil, rejoicing that there was no more exchange to pay and, the main road being closed, followed the detour for about 3 miles and then camped at 7:30 p.m. In a nicely secluded spot a little way off the road with plenty of firewood but a shortage of water which we had to carry from a farm about a quarter mile away. There was an unlimited supply of bracken, some of it10 ft. high, so there was no trouble in making beds. In this half day's run we covered 134 miles and, as we were only 20 miles from Vancouver, had to all intents and purposes made the journey from Maple Creek to Vancouver within the week in spite of stops for trouble and pleasure. The distance given on road maps between these points is 1092 miles and the way we had come, including side trips, totaled 1120miles to our campsite, so not much variation had been made from the direct line and, as an average of 160 miles per day, including time taken for repairs, had been maintained, we had not wasted much time.