The East Bank Trail
For two days I trudge up long hills, across narrow foot bridges and climb over trees which have been uprooted by the fall rains. I have been following the East Bank Trail which bounces up and down while following the lake south. In my back pack I have a coffee brewer.
Overlooking Nozeem Lake situated close to the crest of a mountain I brew up my cup of instant and relish the silence. As always I am weary of bears as I nibble silently on raisins.
By coming along the wooded trail I have saved a few hundred miles of walking. If I had not come to Ross Lake in August I would have been forced to continue west through British Columbia crossing into the U.S. at one of the standard border crossings. Besides there are no cars, trucks, campers or people here in the high woods which suits me just fine.