Boundary Waters Quetico Forum :: Listening Point - General Discussion :: Reflections on a lake
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mmarksnp |
The silence was deafening with only the occasion soft wash of the lake water gently rippling on the rocks. I walked down to the small east-facing point where I had strung my hammock the previous afternoon and the lake and sky were mine to enjoy. The Boundary Waters slowly awakened to the sounds of birds. The ducks started it first with soft quacks repeated in different voices as if greeting each other good morning like a duck family Walton. The loons soon joined in with a brief symphony haunting and beautiful unique to this bird. I heard the thrumming of grouse or Paaa-tridge as my Vermont friends would say. A non-descript black bird settled on a branch about 8 feet away and peered down at me pondering this intruder. Evidently satisfied that I belonged, he flew about 5 feet closer into the June berry tree next to me just beyond arm’s reachand proceeded to breakfast. Meanwhile, as the sun rose, the colors evolved, the lake became still, and the silence returned. It was not a call of nature this morning but rather Nature calling me. Michael Marks, Ensign Lake, BWCA Wilderness July 23, 2018 |
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andym |
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tumblehome |
It happens to me too. When I return, I feel that I have had an epiphany and see the world differently. When I am in the wilderness, a lot of things become visible that I cannot see in the real world. Tom |
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pswith5 |
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