Monday, September 19th
The sound of loons, our wilderness alarm clock, awakened us at 6:15 am and we decamped without haste. George Lake was in a state of eerie silence, not even a gentle lapping of waves against the shore – it was so still that reflections on it were absolutely perfect. Above the treetops, an osprey wheeled to and fro with swirling agility and motion, free-spirited among the high wind currents.
|Drifting on George Lake||One last glance...|
At 7:30 am, we undertook an easy paddle and kept within the middle of the lake, skipping through the narrows against the bluffs; occasionally shipping our paddles to coast and photographing scenery – we were fighting our final departure as we cast a glance at the panoramic view of the La Cloche Mountains for one last time.
Paddling, portaging and hiking the wilderness environment of Killarney Provincial Park lived up to its reputation. The expectations we craved were met with many fond memories created to last a lifetime. We shared the privilege of nature permitting us to partake in one of its special treasures. We left Killarney Provincial Park with our spirits revived, knowing too well that we would be drawn back again to explore this natural oasis.
Laurie & Geri
Norm and Wayne
prepared by Norm Hooper
edited by Geri Hooper
Copyright by Norm Hooper, February, 2006 http://canoestories.com/killarney/