I've done almost two dozen trips into Quetico and this place about four-five days in from Beaverhouse is always a destination. This sand point if it is open, no one is camped on it, has a marvelous secluded white sand beach, tall white wind blown pines and for me as soon as I see it is unoccupied there is this sense of returning to what feels like" home." On this particular day Caroline and I had already been here for two days. It was a glorious day and the wind had kicked the water into short shore bound undulating waves and the skies were that rich shade of northern blue. The clouds moved as if part of a concert in rhythm with the waves and the wind coursing through the pines a chorus of creaking limbs, a soft, dampened, cacophony of sounds. My heart matched their cadence and my smile glowed.
"Northern Oasis" watercolour, 10 x 20 inches
I've done almost two dozen trips into Quetico and this place about four-five days in from Beaverhouse is always a destination. This sand point if it is open, no one is camped on it, has a marvelous secluded white sand beach, tall white wind blown pines and for me as soon as I see it is unoccupied there is this sense of returning to what feels like" home." On this particular day Caroline and I had already been here for two days. It was a glorious day and the wind had kicked the water into short shore bound undulating waves and the skies were that rich shade of northern blue. The clouds moved as if part of a concert in rhythm with the waves and the wind coursing through the pines a chorus of creaking limbs, a soft, dampened, cacophony of sounds. My heart matched their cadence and my smile glowed.