pics from previous post are of one of the thunderstorms overhead at camp on Willow lake and one of Miranda's grandfathers old trapping cabins. pics from this post are of a t-storm over the lake and another one of his old cabins. they are actually side by side not far from each other in the bush at the edge of the lake. the older log one is from like the early 1900's. The cabins were easily recognized by the building style, as soon as I saw them, I knew they were his. after having spent a week up there I can understand his life long love of the area. The entire Horn Plateau is a protected area. Not a park, as you can hunt and fish there. but protected from exploration and developement by the oil and gas and mining folks. I was flying in a plane one time and the guy sitting next to me is looking out the window and says "look at all that nothing" I leaned over a bit and glanced out the window and looked down and replied "look at all that everything".

I came back from my trip in better shape than I've been in years. I was not feelin great if you recall about a week before i left. But a week of drinking lake water and 18 hour days on the lake will set you right.

That being said this will likely be the last time I go out on a real excursion like this. Miranda worries and would prefer if I did something a little more orthodox like going to a lodge on a guided trip. I 'm starting to see the light on that. I've had my risky fun, and I will admit when the plane came to get us this afternoon, I was ready to come home. There was one point out on the lake when there was a question wether we should keep going or go back to camp. The waves were crashing over the boat, we were airborn more than a few times the wind was strong and steady and the waves were at about 4 feet I was having a blast...and i turned back to camp. There was a time when I would have kept going. but not now.

you bought a what?