This is a journal kept by my father of his first trip with my grandfather to the Northwest Miramichi River of Canadas Central New Brunswick in the summer of 1916. I love the camps on the Miramichifor the truly beautiful natural environment, for learning to fish, and the excitement and wonder of holding a salmon before releasing it back to the river, for the camaraderie with new and old friends, for a scheduled daily block of free time, for the caring camp staff, and more. I also gained insights about myself as a learner, had the luxury to observe and experience talented guides as remarkable teachers and to have the time an opportunity to reflect upon their teaching and my learning. These days were wonderful experiences and tremendous opportunities for me personallya great vacation.