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Lake
Athabasca
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Kyle
and Brendan take advantage of calm conditions to
paddle Lake Athabasca with a beautiful sunset as a
backdrop
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The
wind and waves of Lake Athabasca constantly sculpt
the shoreline into endless abstract
patterns.
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The
sun setting over Lake Athabasca bathes an exposed
forest in the warm, dappled glow of a protracted
northern dusk.
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Kyle
tucks away our canoeing gear as a summer storm
marches across the lake. This storm passed us by
completely.
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Within
an hour, the calm waters we began in have been
replaced by large rolling waves that obscure the
canoes from each other. We ended this day around a
distant point. Landing the canoes gave us some
heart stopping excitement as the canoes were lifted
and we surfed to shore on wild, express train
waves.
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To
avoid being windbound, we often had to paddle early
morning or late evening. It only took about an
hours worth of wind to make passage unsafe for open
canoes.
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Both
the boys enjoyed endless hours, cavorting in the
sand. Brendan parked the bulk of his body in a deep
hole he'd dug in the sand.
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