What a place this was. A relatively unmolested, wild lake with no development but the boat launch and a few campsites at the end of the road that leads to the water's edge. Nothing but water and trees all around.
Of course no wild lake is complete without the haunting, echoing cry of the Common Loon which I heard within minutes of arriving.
The loon's call out of the gloom, smaller birds twittering in the forest and and the wind in the trees were the only sounds.
It was sort of an AUDIBLE silence. And a very nice escape for a while.
I'll see you again somewhere down the road...