The gear is packed, camp is set and your ready to go. Then something unexpected sends you in another direction and instead of lashing on snowshoes and gazing across a frozen lake you’re buckled into a seat gazing down at clouds, which, for me, always seem to turn the world upside down.
Hopefully I can return soon, maybe for some summer camping, fishing and paddling then again when the water turns to ice.
Until then, thanks to Maria Hennessey at SMAK Strategies http://www.smakstrategies.com, Mark, Corin and the folks at Baffin http://www.baffin.com, Limberlost Forest and Wildlife Reserve http://www.limberlostforest.com and all the rest.
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Descending through the clouds the airplane begins to groan, as if it is unsure what to do. Then the wheels lower, grind and lock. No one makes a sound. The surrounding white becomes milky like a tile floor tracked with muddy boots. Snow covered roofs emerge and we land.
