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07/24/2022 02:15PM
Aegean/the high cliff rock face...the feel of the landscape from the first time through the area in 1990/unique portage trail to travel from Paull to Aegean in1990... watching the change in the landscape over the years...the meeting of the waves coming down the long fetch of the northeast end clashing with the gusts up the west to east channel...
from a trip journal awhile back:
“…and what would it be like if we weren’t here?”
“It would be like this only we wouldn’t know?”
From a conversation on Aegean Lake, June 25, 2012.
We tried to leave Aegean today, left an offering at the high rock wall and paddled west towards the portage into South Aegean. Two northerns, a fat lake trout, and a soft, south breeze later we stopped short and set camp. Loons, mergansers, chickadees, and white throated sparrows called our attention. Waves lapping on the shore and smells of the forest drying in the early summer sun took our senses from time, duties, and human importance. From our camp by the two large erratics we tried to fit into a world busy with early summer. Ants attacked logs, bear scat told of a spring food fling, offshore minnows scurried from northern attacks and loons patrolled Aegean west….
Intruders into this world, we sat, inches from the water, and watched a summer day take course. By sunset, we had floated north into the caves, reached the north end sandy beach, watched minnows dart from protective willow roots, imagined the Welkin Lake
fire blowing over the hill, wondered at the geology of the white rock east of the caves, and stared north towards our friends: Bulging, Haggart, Wrist, Beamish. Tired we slept
soundly on pillows of nature away from the restless sleep of our civilized world.
At dawn, a day later we packed, lingered, touched the earth to our faces and headed towards Paull Lake…memorizing the shoreline, the smells, the feel of fish on the line, colors of lake trout coming from depths, loon haunts, and sparrow sounds…so we would know what it is like….
from a trip journal awhile back:
“…and what would it be like if we weren’t here?”
“It would be like this only we wouldn’t know?”
From a conversation on Aegean Lake, June 25, 2012.
We tried to leave Aegean today, left an offering at the high rock wall and paddled west towards the portage into South Aegean. Two northerns, a fat lake trout, and a soft, south breeze later we stopped short and set camp. Loons, mergansers, chickadees, and white throated sparrows called our attention. Waves lapping on the shore and smells of the forest drying in the early summer sun took our senses from time, duties, and human importance. From our camp by the two large erratics we tried to fit into a world busy with early summer. Ants attacked logs, bear scat told of a spring food fling, offshore minnows scurried from northern attacks and loons patrolled Aegean west….
Intruders into this world, we sat, inches from the water, and watched a summer day take course. By sunset, we had floated north into the caves, reached the north end sandy beach, watched minnows dart from protective willow roots, imagined the Welkin Lake
fire blowing over the hill, wondered at the geology of the white rock east of the caves, and stared north towards our friends: Bulging, Haggart, Wrist, Beamish. Tired we slept
soundly on pillows of nature away from the restless sleep of our civilized world.
At dawn, a day later we packed, lingered, touched the earth to our faces and headed towards Paull Lake…memorizing the shoreline, the smells, the feel of fish on the line, colors of lake trout coming from depths, loon haunts, and sparrow sounds…so we would know what it is like….
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