Ladies and gentlemen, members of the press.
The date is May 25, 1934, and I am Charles E.
Bedeau.
I am announcing an adventure on which I shall embark.
This summer.
I am to venture into wildest Canada.
I shall journey by motor car from Edmonton, Alberta, west to Telegraph Creek, British Columbia.
1100 miles of uncharted territory, right through the Rocky Mountains and the great Stickeen River.
I shall cut a path through this roadless land to the Pacific coast, opening up this mysterious country to the crucible of economic development.
I travel with a crew of 30.
Men and some women.
My wife Fearne, who will be bringing books in case she gets bored, and Fearne's friend Bologna, who may or may not be my mistress.
We shall be taking 100 pack horses.
And my friend Andre Citron has donated five of his state of the art half track vehicles to the mission.
A country drive through the Rocky Mountains.
Hmm.
They say it is impossible, but it's fun to do the things that other people say are impossible.
If I succeed, I will open up the whole of this country which has not been explored before.
The government will be able to put a road through it now.
They haven't much faith in me, but I have done so called impossible things before.