Edgar is now in the Chequamegon, a forest area. The picture is of the very forest which exists in real life. He has no actually destination in the short term. He is heading west and avoiding southern routes where he would run into cities. Since he was in a hurry to leave, he has no means of getting food except to steal from lake side cabins.
For three days, he and the dogs went without, but he finally found a cabin stocked with food. There was no one there and the door was locked, so he broke the screen of the door and got inside. As they went along, he became craftier in stealing and he got other supplies to sustain them, including bug repellent. Before that he suffered greatly from bugs. "When he looked at his arm it was covered in undulating fur. He swiped a hand from elbow to wrist, leaving a mash of blood and crushed mosquitoes"(345). That was pretty severe and it comes hand in hand with living in the wild. The bug repellent was helpful.
In a very eerie moment on the 4th of July, Edgar and the dogs heard the howl of the stray dog from so long ago. It makes me think that it is following them. This might come back later in the book.
Edgar now has a steady flow of food and is hoping to get to the Canadian border by mid-August. Unfortunately, he in confronted with a setback when one of the dogs steps on a piece of glass. Edgar has stolen food from a house a mile before, so he carries the dog back to that house and the owner was there and helped Edgar with the wound. They stayed the night and the next day.
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