It’s fairly easy to get there, straight road, highway 16 east. It’s always the case, easy boring drives are expected. The muted, brown colors of the scenery makes you wonder why bother driving out in the first place.
The lake and the park feels like a post ice-age, glaciar remanence of the past. Primitive, if it wasn’t for the visible modern conveniences created by human progress.
It’s still mostly frozen, the paths that are not are left submerged in puddles and small lakes. And then the wind picked up, the fire blew smoke in all directions.
The lake, covered with snow and ice, seemed engrossed in its own thoughts. Not bothered by surface-level activity, couldn’t care less about us, the wind or the fire. It gave us a sneak peak of what it’s brewing below — through the crevices, the whole ecosystem is waking up.
Sitting here on the beach next to this lake surrounded by others, operating between cold and warm, it’s easy to say why this place feels so different. It’s mysterious; like being transported back in time, effortlessly.
The sky’s blue even when it’s not. The views stretch across the open horizon, occasionally interrupted by an island. If it wasn’t for the wind we could stay here longer… I hear sunsets are amazing.
The wood burns quickly and the fire dies abruptly. It feels different once again, this time less inviting, it’s time to go home.
The trip back felt shorter, the race to get home before the dusk, I hate driving at night. The brown scenery turns to gold. It was worth the drive.
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PRAIRIELAND
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