Wednesday p.m.: Pen Lake

[vaneramos]

Wednesday afternoon we portaged past some thundering rapids and paddled against a stiff breeze to reach an island campsite on Pen Lake. Again, it was worth the trouble. Around the small island, various habitats offered many exciting encounters with nature. The dense hemlock forest around our site would have been eerie were it not for the cheerful songs of many warblers. Marian saw a black bear on the mainland and found moose tracks on the beach. At twilight I watched a thunderstorm slowly approaching.




Pen Lake, 8:29 p.m.

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The rapids, 1:38 p.m.




Pen Lake, 5:50 p.m.




Eastern hemlocks, 6:58 p.m.

Comments

[ubermunkey.livejournal.com]

wow the hemlocks pic is stunning
Awesome in fact! very magical in one of those between the veil of the worlds sort of ways.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

What an excellent phrase! It seemed haunted in the most wholesome way. And to think I slept there during a thunderstorm!

We have quite a few of these big hemlocks around our cottage, too. I just love them: the smell of their needles, the roughness of their bark, the deep shade under them. Once in a while I hug them. My arms go about halfway around. It just as sexy, in some ways, as hugging a man.