…I can’t figure out how to post pictures here without an url address, the pictures of my great northern adventure have gone to the old blog. I suppose words will have to suffice for this part of the journey.
My trip to Neso Lake was wonderful and filled with relaxation. I was able to get some reading in during the long drive, although there was usually quite a bit of scenery to amuse me, and because of some crickets I was transporting for H’s spider (don’t ask–although may the spider rest in peace) I decided to read Kafka’s “Metamorphosis”.
Brenda and Harvey were wonderful as hosts/guides, and helped provide information on Flin Flon/Creighton. Brenda took me berry picking, and even gave her share of berries to me. Now that’s a real friend! Lucky, lucky me. We will have pie.
Bear stories also filled our ears, although no bears filled our eyes and our last night was somehow disturbed by phantom bears filtering in and out of our sleep; these bears managed to keep my eldest daughter and myself awake.
I think B and H are lucky to be living in such a spectacular location, the trees, the lakes, the birds, and the rock are very impressive. All in all, it was a great trip, and a good time.
So, one of my favourite things to do is to pick berries. Mostly I pick Saskatoon berries in and around my parents farm, but when Brenda posted pictures of her berries I knew I was picking. Brenda was a wonderful host, and willingly traded some of her picking secrets as we pulled enough berries for blueberry pancakes the next morning, and still enough left over for some pies (which I will be making tomorrow). The wild blueberries are far sweeter than any domestic blueberry I’ve ever tasted before. Thanks to Brenda and Harvey for taking time out of their lives to amuse us.
My other favourite person (besides Brenda and Harvey) was this guy– such a character.
Sunrise: my last morning at the cabin captivated me with a wonderfully dense fog that hovered and spread like wild rice over the lake. It eventually faded to a fantastic clear day.
And so I went on the road, and because my name is spelled wrong, I decided not to take this particular road (it was only good for 52 kilometers anyway). My ultimate goal was Neso Lake in Manitoba, a lovely area just outside of Flin Flon.
This is road #165 that goes from just south of La Ronge to the Hanson Lake Road. It was so straight at times that all you could see were the trees and the road. This is very close to the geographical centre of Saskatchewan (just a bit north of it), so for those that think we’re only horizon and prairie, think again.
Amidst the carpet of green the belly of the land is hidden among the trees. Hiking in from the road, we realize it is beautifully alive with vegetation I’ve never seen before. Some were mushrooms like this, although I don’t know anything about any of it, I would love to know what’s edible and what’s not. This mushroom was spotted on a 1.3k hiking trail to the sand cliffs as we were heading east from La Ronge to Flin Flon.
The end result of our hike. Of course, we couldn’t get an eagle’s eye view, but we did get quite a nice view of the Nipekamew Cliffs from the banks of the Nipekamew River.
A sun falls in the horizon through the trees, burnishing through the branches and into the heart’s memory.
The view here is from Bakers Narrow’s tower. A terrific view of many of the lakes that surround the area.