Of Wind, Water, & Wilderness
Bill Kuntze
Freshened after a good nights rest and the walleye fillets of the previous day, we depart for Beaverhouse Lake. The trip seems complete after crossing the mile long portage into West Bay. Stopping once more at the ranger station for souvenir hats and shirts, we chit chat with Darrel. He is interested in the moose sighting and indicates the park service keeps records on their whereabouts. He is also candid about his experiences as a guide with the LLC First Nation and pointed out to us an unmarked campsite for the evening in close proximity to a trout hole.
The talk around our last night's campfire was quiet and reflective. Clearly we were both missing our families back home. Supper tonight was a choice between pancakes and oatmeal. There remained nothing left in the food bag. There would not be a choice for breakfast. The past eight days had collectively totaled more time than we had ever spent together. We had watched over one another and the trip had been a challenge. There was talk of trying it again sometime.
© Bill Kuntze
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