Above, one of Sandy and Rob's campsites. The sun sinks toward the horizon. We explored some of the back bays where we saw a family of 8 mink and several peregrine falcons. It's single tree in the middle of what looked like a hedge stood out visually for miles. The surrounding rock was sculpted into amazingly smooth and flowing shapes by the glaciers that scoured this landscape.
Rainwater fills pools and the water travels back down to the lake through tiers of carved rock.
Each pool and puddle has it's own teaming life of plants, insects, frogs and fish all depending on the next rain storm or splashing waves for life. We paddled two miles out to one of the Hawks Islands. Sandy is at the right and Joe and Ron are just visible as specs in the water on the lower center edge of the island. Below we have climbed to the right rocky peak of Hawk Island pictured above. This picture can only suggest the breathtaking vista we saw as we looked around Georgian Bay.