The rain had stopped but perspiration ran down our faces and I could feel dampness in the small of my back.
“Isn’t it beautiful! It’s just like a picture.” We were awestruck at the beauty of the lake. The moon had started to peek through high clouds and it’s light gleamed on the surface of the water and Craig’s statement, caught in the moment, caused an involuntary shiver down my spine.
“Man, this is the reason that I came. What a fantastic sight.”
The lake was large, but we could see the shoreline in all directions. Directly in front and about a quarter mile away was the peninsula that pointed into the water like a jagged branch ripped from a tree trunk. The tip of the peninsula was strewn with boulders as though they were upturned when it was thrust into place. The ground rose rapidly as the eye traveled from left to right. The huge pine trees appeared black in color as they filled the space in front of the lighter colored deciduous forest that spread out behind them. To the right of the peninsula, the shoreline pines jutted skyward. As the elevation increased with distance from us, and as the moon shadow moved over successive ridgelines of pines, they began to resemble waves on the forest floor. All around was dense forest touching waters edge with huge boulders and solid granite ledges rising from the still, dark depths. The scene was a mosaic highlighted by ever changing patterns as finger thin clouds passed in front of the moon casting shadows that seemed to crawl over the landscape. The night sounds of owls, frogs, and crickets were a symphony to my ears. The fresh earth smell came from the shoreline, and combined with the strong odor of cedar and tamarack, offered both pungent and sweet sensations. Calls of the American Loon seemed to surround us, and served to heighten the moment. I was awestruck and I knew it was a once in a lifetime experience. I was glad my son was there to share it with me.
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