The sun glistened still on the water, the mist hung low in the sky.
The calm before the storm?
Friends at Last, Horne Lake
We bonded quietly, content in the moment as the stream rushed alongside us and the moss squished beneath our toes.
Tales of the Fungi, Horne Lake
“But I am such a fun guy,” sobbed the Fun Guy, alone in his home.
DinoSTERS, Horne Lake
“Three Horns never play with Long Necks.”
Land Before Time
Three Horns on Horne Lake
Triceratops and TriSARAHtops
Canoe Adventures on Horne Lake.
Fallen for Fall, Malahat
We are hours from our destination but neither of us care. It is the journey that excites us. It is the journey that matters.
Beneath the Sleeping Giant, Horne Lake
To the left a sleeping giant rests, laying flush across the lake. He stares straight up into the stars, at once ambivalent and awed, still as a mountain.
To the right we congregate around the campfire, exchanging stories and staring deep into the darkness that surrounds us.
A crack sounds from the woods, a broken twig or crunched leaf.
A crackle springs from the fire, sparks flying into the night.
We are at peace.
