We’ve reached the lake after a half day’s travel. We are so pleased to put our backpacks down, laden as they are with our food and drink.
The journey has been so worth it. Ahead of us stretches the most beautiful of vistas. The lake reflecting the blue of the sky, the peaceful illusion of the water stretching out into an infinity.
We picked the arrival of spring to make this trek. Around us nature is replenishing from the long hard winter, the grasses sprouting green and returning the hillside to a renewed lustre.
In front welcoming us to this spot is the bench built so long ago from timbers felled nearby and positioned to allow the maximum view to be taken in. We rest our weary bodies, settle back to relax against the old hardwood back, draw from our packs our sandwiches and drinks. For a while we soak in the midday sun, saying little but capturing forever the scene in front of us. Our conversation covers the plan to walk the lake, camp nearby and generally take as many photographs as we can for we know we may not come by this way again.
arriving gob smacked
spring gives us unmatched beauty
basking without words