The hillside is alive with wild berry bushes, ash and birch. A circle of tipis is tucked below in a hollow.
Giant poplars dot the campsite.
From your vantage-point on the ridge above the lake, only the tops of the tipi poles are visible through the tall trees. Smoke swirls lazily above a fire, past the cooking pot and upward into the cloudless prairie sunset. The world stands still. An eagle soars. You are not dreaming.