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It was fill-'er-up-and-let's-go time, and Americans were gadding about as never before. They were off to Albuquerque, Minneapolis and Montauk, to Eagle River, Nantucket and Oconomowoc.
Some millions of them were headed for Canada—green, fresh, cool and twice as big as all outdoors. By road, rail and rattletrap they went. In the hot August sun their cars headed north around Lake Champlain and Memphremagog, or along the orange-colored cliffs of Lake Superior and the blue water of Puget Sound.
Ahead lay the lake-speckled pine woods of Ontario, the island-dotted Lake of...
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