Let’s Go Back to the Isle: Day Eight

It's early again as I come awake to the same sound from the morning before. The slow sloshing sound that I now know is a moose. It's again getting closer. This time I'm prepared, having set my camera out so that it would be at the ready.

Let’s Go Back to the Isle: Day Seven

I know it's early. It has to be. But there is a canoe or kayak out there in the creek with the weirdest paddle stroke. I've sat upright in my sleeping bag. As my exhaustion gives way to wakefulness, I look up and discover that's not any person piloting a watercraft in front of my shelter.