I really like this location, I just wish I could remember how to get back there. A good friend of mine took me there and all I can tell you is that there were a million beaver dams that we had to climb over. Plus the black flies were hidious.
Aparently during the fur trade, this lake was a good hiding place for maurading pirates looking to pilage rum and gun powder from unsuspecting voyageur canoes.
And what plein air painting trip would be complete without losing one of my shoes in a murky swamp hole and having to wrap duct tape around my foot as a make shift shoe. Thanks McGeyver!
