Little Triscuit

…Whatever happened here in the night, nobody wanted to stick around and find out if it would happen again. We double-checked our gear, then shoved off into the calm water. I glanced back over my shoulder at Little Triscuit, hard in my throat, half expecting to see a figure watching from the tree line. But there was just the dim shape of our campfire's ashes a…

…i remember paddling on to the shore of little triscuit as dusk settled in feeling more worn out than usual the day had been relentless miles of open water the sun beating down without mercy still guiding trips at lake of the woods always brought a strange mix of excitement and wariness…