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And although the logging trucks of winter had now disappeared, Northern pulp mills still belched forth their fiendish smoke...
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We stopped at one, and General Hanbro was particularly pleased to get a WONDERFUL shot of his lovely grand-daughter Isobel sitting on an amethyst-laden boulder......
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...though he was a teeny bit LESS pleased when he caught her trying to take it WITH her..."
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At long last, we passed the ghostly form of The Sleeping Giant, a famous island right in the mouth of Thunder Bay! His slumbering form was hard to see, lost in the silvery mist...
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