“Here again was the silence, and I thought how rare it is to know it, how increasingly difficult to ever achieve real quiet and the peace that comes with it, how true the statement ‘Tranquility is beyond price’.”
-Sigurd Olson, The Singing Wilderness
“A strong wind has started to blow out of the west; accompanying it are ominous clouds that seem as though they could be carrying both thunder and rain. Up until the darkening hours of the day the weather at Fee Lake was a bit breezy but otherwise very pleasant.
Fee Lake represents all that is conjured up in my mind when I think of pure, pristine northern forests and lakes. The lake has an aura that makes one feel truly isolated and present in a real, almost tangible solitude. Where the woods cover the shore the trees are dense. The black and white spruce standing perfectly straight with their conical contour, the jack pines with their branches twisting and weaving every which way, and the white pine adding a hint of softness to the impressive forest around it. The white pine does in places, however, stand far above the other trees of the lakeshore providing towering beacons to the skyline, keeping watch of what occurs beneath its boughs. All of these that comprise the forest near Fee Lake give it the qualities of seclusion that are held dear to me, such qualities and characteristics that are rare in the world and I hold fast to their value.
Fee Lake is also a place of absolute silence. Nothing from the civilized world can be heard, not a single motor or engine, just pure silence, the true silence found in the unrestrained natural world. How rare it is to find!
Here is where one finds themself able to watch nature move in unison as one glorious mechanism. The beaver building dams from birch trees, the creation of swamps from beaver dams, young birch saplings springing up throughout the forest, the swamps which become a refuge to waterfowl and a pasture to moose. The beauty of this eloquent orchestration on full display if one seeks to find it, and luckily I have found it!”
–An excerpt from my personal journal on September 14, 2013 while in the Boundary Waters Wilderness of northern Minnesota while on a 17 day canoeing trip