Northern Tier, Atikokan, Ontario

A fairly typical campsite along the water's edge in NW Ontario, where I have led wilderness canoe expeditions for parts of 2 summers. My lonely tent was absolutely rocked by a thunderstorm late that night. Who would have thought?















Showing the American scouts how its done up here in Canada. They promptly taught me a few tricks of their own.















Did someone check to see how deep this water is?















Part of the network of water joined by a pathways of mud, rock and biting insects, known to some as portage trails. Say it like the French do, otherwise it comes out sounding very much like "porridge". These were the highways upon which we travelled.




















On many evenings the calm waters would become perfect mirrors of the dazzling skies above.

Gleams that world untravell'd
Whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
(from Alfred Lord Tennyson's Ullyses)