Fog over Saimaa at six a.m.
We left the cabin before sunrise to catch the fog lifting off the water. By seven the lake was glass, and the only sound was a loon somewhere past the islands.
Notes from slow trips to quiet northern lakes.
We left the cabin before sunrise to catch the fog lifting off the water. By seven the lake was glass, and the only sound was a loon somewhere past the islands.
One dry bag, one stove, one good knife. After three summers of overpacking, this is the list that finally worked for a week of paddling between campsites.
Midsummer in Lapland means the sun never really sets. We walked the shoreline trail at midnight and still needed sunglasses.