the far end of fishbone lake

at the far end of fishbone lake there's an inlet that is magical to see on warm fall days when the sun is shining and sky is full of white clouds. it is also an odd place to visit because the forest seems to crowd against the calm water like a gigantic dragon crouching for a drink and the changing colors of the trees last unusually long before the winter. it is a place that holds you close to the beating heart of the northern woods.

at the far end, there is only one way out, the way you came in. for if you enter the forest here, you are swallowed up and forgotten. never to return.

how it works

to be honest, i don't know how it starts and i'm always surprised how it turns out. there are times i wish it made perfect sense but most of the time i'm glad it doesn't. what i do know is that fishbone lake is a part of who i am, a place that my imagination takes me, the place that i really want to get back to when i'm away. i can't explain it but i guess you know what i'm talking about.

hiding in plain site

it is way into the fall on the fishbone but that doesn't mean that small fry can take it easy. a little shade. a little camouflage. and always check your six. that's the way you survive into the next season.  you can feel change in air, see it on the trees, and smell the crisp, earthy crumble of leaves piling on the forest floor. in no time at all autumn will be nothing but a memory.