Set between Algonquin lakes, Smoke Creek’s promise of calm waters becomes cloaked in deception as our paddles stress against wind tossed waves. Ancient pines cling to shorelines determined to shed themselves of the stability rooted there. We respectively pass remnants of former giants who have succumbed to the rising waters, but create refuge for the unseen world below. Daylight fades to dusk as distant sentinels become silhouetted against rising illumination, as it slowly ascends across transparent skies. Be mindful of those who struggle and seek safe shores for their loved ones. Be aware of their pain, for they too deserve to bathe in the spectacle of the cranberry moon.