It is a pleasure staying on a small island with rudimentary camping facilities: a flat spot to pitch a tent and a fire pit. We hear loons and watch the weather, read books, and cook over a campfire. We get about by canoe and our feet. There is a wonderful trail around the island.
I try to sketch as much as possible depending on the weather. The weather is variable; this year: rain, mist, drizzle and blowing rain! Such variety! External events forced us to cut this trip short but hopefully next year we'll get at least three nights in.
|a trail entering the thick forest|
|Trees clinging to the rocky shore|
|Across the lake is Bald Mountain. This is the view from the tent door.|