The mail trail at sunset. If you head towards the light you will drop over a hardwood ridge. The lowland gives way to Tranus Lake. I have collected wild rice on this lake. Never fished it. Sometimes, on a hot summer day I will slip my shoes off, stand in the shallow water, and breathe in the beauty of the tamaracks and spruces growing on the far boggy shoreline. My only regret is I didn't do it more often. With as cold as it is now you might be able to walk across the ice and touch the far off tamaracks.
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