Quetico: Until Next Time

This was our last morning in Quetico. Pickerel Lake was as calm as it was agitated the night before. It was time to make our exit. The mist was beautiful and maybe even a little spooky. This is a panorama of the little bay in which our sandy beach camp site was tucked.




We packed up all our gear rather recklessly- no need for much organization now!
The mist stayed stubbornly grounded despite a bright, rising sun.
In fact, the mist looked rather, um, ominous up ahead!
And we needed to paddle right through the middle of it to stay on course.
Yikes, it was thick and we were quickly swallowed whole. All seemed hushed and muted...
The sun was still there and helped us navigate. It was very otherworldly.
The islands appeared as phantoms- I would not have been surprised to see figures clothed in diaphanous costumes dancing, weightless, in slow motion on one of those islands... brrrrrr.
Though I saw only a gull sitting, watching quietly.
Hello sun!
We made it to our exit creek and the delicate mist persisted.
Our Quetico trip ended with a soft shush as we slid up on the beach at the last (dry and smooth) portage to the parking lot.

Edie

Locations, T-B: Pickerel Lake and Pickerel Creek