Miles and miles of pristine cool water surrounding numerous islands, capped with black spruce trees. It's as if, they are competing against each other to see who can reach the sky first, as it sways back and forth against the wind.
The serene breeze whispers into your ears as the formidable eagle watches you, from its vantage point, hovering the top of one black spruce to another.........
I could hear the distant drumming of the Webequie's Ancestors as their chant invigorates our spirits in concert with the rhythm of my paddle strokes. The beautiful golden red sunset with its rays inviting us into Mother Nature's Womb as we approach the western sky......smiling, content with the fish we caught...!
