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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">It was a picture postcard moment.  A mountain lake at dusk, nary a ripple on the water.  A canoe out on the water, silence so perfect that even at a distance you can hear the splash of water from the blade as the paddler bends to his task.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">I’d meandered down from our campfire in the whaleback jumble of rocks that nestled our campsite when I’d noticed that one of my sons was pushing off onto the lake.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">We were in the wilderness bordering Slocan Lake, a long glacier-carved gash in the mountains of the BC interior.  One side of the lake is Valhalla Provincial Park, and the other, ours, although inhabited is fronted in long bluffs and cliffs dropping down to the lake floor. </span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">It is far off the beaten path, the one that clutters lakes along the Trans Canada with powerboats and yahoos from Calgary and Vancouver.  To reach here from the Trans Canada takes a two hour drive and a ferry crossing, and to reach here from the southern highway, well, nobody really drives that from Calgary or Vancouver anyway.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">Our campsite was one of 8 nestled in a rainforest at the bottom of a cliff.  We’d found it, much to the chagrin of the local volunteer trail maintainer, through the good services of Google Earth where we’d seen pictures like these taken basically just feet from our campsite.  Who wouldn’t want to go?</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';"><a class="H-lightbox-open" href="http://www.kickrunners.com/content/type/61/id/51289/width/1000/height/800/flags/" target="_blank"><img alt="1643289.jpg" class="lightbox-enabled" data-id="12928" data-type="61" src="http://www.kickrunners.com/content/type/61/id/12928/width/754/height/500" style="; width: 754px; height: 500px"></a></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';"><a class="H-lightbox-open" href="http://www.kickrunners.com/content/type/61/id/51291/width/1000/height/800/flags/" target="_blank"><img alt="800px-Slocan_lake.JPG" class="lightbox-enabled" data-id="12929" data-type="61" src="http://www.kickrunners.com/content/type/61/id/12929/width/667/height/500" style="; width: 667px; height: 500px"></a></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">The site is best reached via the lake, but we’d found the super secret land route that followed an ill-maintained and unmarked road to and through a gravel pit to an even less maintained forest track through to a parking lot and trail head and then down a km long trail over the bluff and to the shore.  Incidentally, we canoed out, discretion being the better part of valour or a broken back!</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">At any rate, and as usual I digress.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">The boy had slipped off and donned a life jacket, snared a canoe and was now paddling off into the dusk.  The headlands and mountains overlapped each other in shades of deepening purples and blues.  Far down the lake, too far to be of any concern you could see distant peaks crowned in thunderheads sparking with lightning, but overhead the sky was as clear as the lake below.  The lake was more than just clear, it was brutally honest in its transparency, but away from the shore it reflected the colours of the dying day. </span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">It reminded me of  part of a Bruce Cockburn song from 40 years ago, a song that was more of a poem really:</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">My canoe lies on the water</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">Evening holds the bones of day</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">The sun, like gold dust</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">Slips away.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">One by one antique stars</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">Herald the arrival of</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">Their pale protectress Moon.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">Far and silent lightning</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">Stirs the cauldron of the sky</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">I turn my bow towards the shore.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">I sat and listened and thought about how beautiful this moment was.  I was proud of this boy, of both of my boys.  I felt love for them and realized that I am going to really miss their presence as they head off for college.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">I pondered the beauty of this mountain lake, and wondered if the boy was feeling anything near what I was feeling in the serenity of the moment, in the solitude, in the magic of the turning of the day.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">I waited for his return in the gathering dark.  His first words?  “Man that was creepy, it’s too quiet.”</span></span></p>
<p><br><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">So much for shared perception!  Still, I will miss the goof.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">Some of my pictures will be up in the Photo Finish forum later today.</span></span></p>
 

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<p>that first picture is surreal ... looks like the canoe is hovering above the water  :)</p>
 

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<p>Not mine, but they are what attracted us there.</p>
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<p>Yes, the rocks drop down from the bluff and shelf out into the lake.  The colours are amazing and the swimming was phenomenal.</p>
 

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<p><a href="http://www.kickrunners.com/forum/thread/69292/holiday-snaps-nudge-nudge-grin-grin">Here</a> are some of mine (not artistic) from the 4 days we spent there.</p>
 
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