With only about nine months before we take off there is a good deal of logistical work and planning that has been keeping all of us busy. Last week I was lucky enough to take a break from all the preparation and spend a few days backpacking on the North Shore of Lake Superior. Late one day, after I had spent most of the afternoon hiking up and down switchbacks, at an hour when the pines were particularly fragrant (or that might have been the sweat had soaked through most of my clothes) I sat down on a hump of granite to take a drink and a short rest. I was swatting away some mosquitoes when a gust of wind came off the Lake. It made the birches chime with a soft rustle, and drove all the biting insects away.
There’s not much more to say: I sat for a few more minutes, took some gulps of water then continued down the trail. But, in the moment’s simplicity, I felt something of the magic of the Northland. Needless to say, I am more than ecstatic to return to the northern realms of Canada in nine months.
There’s not much more to say: I sat for a few more minutes, took some gulps of water then continued down the trail. But, in the moment’s simplicity, I felt something of the magic of the Northland. Needless to say, I am more than ecstatic to return to the northern realms of Canada in nine months.
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