For all my world-class whinging, I truly have been fabulous places this summer. Places that facilitated campfires early into the northern twilight, places that have yielded estimated 8-10 pound lake and bull trout, places more spooky than graveyards, places that unite and segregate simultaneously.
It's a beguiling sensation to be places surrounded by people yet feel so isolated. In such close physical proximity to one another with none of the intimacy or expected closeness.
The woods truly are an unforgiving place for contemplating losses and longings.
Munching moose
Red Columbine Toilet bowl cleaner
Usilika Lake
Yup, I work here
Oh, here too
Even here
Monkshood
Fireweedy
Boreal buddy
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