"We belong, both wild and free, to earth, to time, to sky and sea."
"From McBean harbor I launched away, to the Benjamin Islands where I would stay."
"In the wind, the pine trees dance, bound to a rock, their circumstance."
"Along lake Huron where islands lie, towards the meeting of both sea and sky."
"On a sandy beach, the water gleamed, more beautiful than one could dream."
"In my kayak, to a timeless place, through the North Channel's vast embrace."
"Each night, the stars in the milky way, bright and sparkling in full array."
"Around Fox Island is where I went, passing gnarly trees the wind had bent."
"Near old oaks, my tent glowed green, on an old flat rock I could not be seen"
"For five long days I’d paddle and roam, finding new wonders far from home."
"Each stroke revealed some secret hue, in rocks the glaciers once carved through."
"We belong, both wild and free, to earth, to time, to sky and sea."
"At golden hour with my camera grasped, nearby beaver tails would splash."
"One evening brought a black bear near, I told it to go away without showing fear."
"By dusk, the lightning lit the sky, a wild thunder that rolled on by."
"On precambrian cliffs, those trees did cling, on their branches, songbirds sing."
"The farther I paddled from shore, the more the noise of everyday life seemed to drift away behind me."
"Here, the rock remembers the glaciers, the trees remember the wind, and the water remembers everything."
"Among wind-shaped pines and ancient granite, time felt slower and somehow more honest."
"In a world that moves too fast, the North Channel still runs on its own schedule."
"The map showed islands. It couldn't show how it felt to be there."