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