Two hour paddle to the far end of Haslam Lake, ending in a beautiful cluster of islets, a stunning campsite, a perfect diving rock, and the biggest assortment of water lilies I've ever seen. We stay for three days, stuffing ourselves on homemade cookies and brownies, the rain fly never coming out of it's bag. Each morning begins with a running leap into the lake. Frog, snake, trout, beaver, loon, osprey all sighted, as well some friendly little LBB's I couldn't identify.
Wake up in the middle of the night and am struck dumb by the amount of stars reflected in the water outside our tent, and the indescribable quiet.