We walk over the Hotel Algonquin on Joe Lake. We pay a visit to Edwin and Molly Colson. They offer us tea and cakes on the verandah.

Shannon and I are talking to Mrs. Edwin Thomas, Canoe Lake Station Mistress.Daughter Rose is looking on.

I know what Jack thinks: I am grubby-looking, always wearing my felt hat, long sleeves to my wrists - even on the hottest day.

Jack says to me: 'Good morning, Mr. Thomson' I look at him, but I say nothing.

A child greets us. It's six year-old Jack Wilkinson, cousin of Rose Thomas, I can tell from his eyes he doesn't like me.

Shannon and I arrive at Canoe Lake Station. He has to pick up the mail and post the letters from @mowatlodge. Not mine, though

Despite what Dr MacCallum says, it's not pure genius, but constant study and practice of technique.

The road is all mucky after the rain. We try to walk in the middle on the grass, but there's muck there too.

Shannon and I begin to walk up. I ask him about the money. He says Chubby is in charge of the cash now. He'll get it later.

I should write a letter to my father. I can do that later when I am well on my way.

I get my split bamboo rod to bring to Joe Lake Dam. My steel rod is at the Trainor cottage. I'll retrieve later when packing into my canoe.

I say to myself: this place has no longer has a future for me. The freedom I had is longer here.

I am not proud of my painting but am cocky about my fishing.

I say "Sure, Shan." But nobody knows that I plan to leave quietly. Make everything look normal. A day trip. Nobody will suspect.

Shannon: "Fine. You know how hard it is to make ends meet with the War going on. Go fishing after?'

By the look in Shannon's eye, I know he got the gist of my undertone.

Me: "Shan, are you sure that it's your canoe?"

Shannon: "Can you help me cadge a canoe off Joe Lake? A Tourist left it there and didn't bring it back."

Shannon: "That I agree with. At least that stuff from George Rowe didn't make us blind."

Me: "Shan, sure. I need the walk to clear out my head last night."

When I painted a sketch, I had to get on with it, without worrying about the composition.

1915 Evening Canoe Lake #tt1915

Dr MacCallum tried to find out animal-like shapes in our brushstrokes. It annoyed us.

A sudden and intense cloud outburst forces everyone inside George's cabin. It's close quarters and the temperature is going up.

The "Temperance Medicine" is getting low and the tempers are getting high. Geo. Rowe, as well as his cabin, might not survive the night.

The wind and lightning are in full show. Shaping up to be a bad evening overall.

Geo. Rowe accidentally sets his bunk on fire. Quick reflexes by Lowrie Dickson save the cabin but no one notices.

1 day until I meet my fate. #WhoKilledTomThomson ?1

I have my own way of dealing with self-inflated people.

1915-16 Evening, Canoe Lake

Early in 1916 I made a trip to the north end of Algonquin Park. That's where I painted the West Wind.

2 days until I meet my fate. Follow the journal of my last spring #WhoKilledTomThomson

The Studio Building was great for painting large canvases. The Shack - even better.

Sometimes, like many of my sketches, important things in life must be left unfinished.

Dr MacCallum rescued Jackson from going down to the United States.

Shannon Fraser returning from Canoe Lake Stn. offers me a ride in his hearse. I say I would only accept the ride if I was in a coffin.

Lawren Harris taught me the power and vitality from the German Expressionists

1914 French River http://t.co/TlgEl5OfUf #tt1914

2 days until I meet my fate. #WhoKilledTomThomson

1916 Birch by a Lake with Big Cloud #tt1916