We took one last look into the "open pit", where there had been 60 feet of water due to a flood that washed out half of the Northern Lights Motel, and then headed off up the approximately 40Km hill to where we stopped for lunch. We unexpectedly happened on Fishing Moose Lodge that offers breakfast all day and so we each had triple egg meals. A mural on two walls of an alcove in the cafe also had three taxidermy trout and soon to be a bear (which we were told was in a deep freeze awaiting taxidermy). 30Kms later in White River we stopped to provision for the next 2 1/2 remote days and learned why we had been seeing signs that said White River was the birthplace of Winnie-the-Pooh. In the information centre, Y remarked on the "Poohaphernalia" and B found out that a veterinarian born in Winnipeg was on his way to serve in the 1st World War overseas and bought and took with him a bear cub from White River. The veterinarian named the cub "Winnie" after his home town of Winnipeg. In England, the veterinarian, Lieutenant Harry Colebourn, organized for Winnie to be cared for by the London Zoo and a young chap, Christopher Robin Milne, son of A.A. Milne, was so fond of Winnie the bear that he named his own stuffy bear after the cub. The rest is his story. We rode off from White River towards White Lake Provincial Park and made very good time in the cool evening air, with very little elevation to gain. We found our lovely site by the lake and enjoyed dinner and a warm shower before bed, and eventually got to sleep in spite of a worrisome gun shot that seemed quite close and echoed loudly across the lake.
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