the journey

Foggy Lake

 

We began the journey on the Great Lake in the morning fog. We had far to go and the early start would mean we would arrive at the camp before sunset.

 

Morning Heron

 

Along the way, the lakes shore was clouded in the dense mist. Occasionally we would see a bird or a fish feeding in the coolness of the morning.

 

Reflected Expanse

 

The lake was dotted with small islets and presented a spectacular view.

 

Foggy Trees

 

As we passed close to some of the islets, we could see that each was its own world, complete with birds and other wild life

 

Fish Feeding in the Fog

 

Reflected Fog

 

River Narrows

 

What seemed like hours later, we had crossed the Great Lake and entered the mouth of the river that would lead us to camp. After the expanse of the lake, the river's banks felt confining. As they closed in around us, we left the lake behind.

 

Forrest Fog

 

Up river two hours, we pulled the boat onto the banks. With our packs loaded onto our backs, we headed inland. As the forrest began to swallow us whole, I turned for one last look at the river and we disappeared into the dense growth.

 

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