In the glow of a bonfire, we look out at the smooth-as-glass lake and see a loon skid across the water and gently touch down. Its melancholy call is all we hear, aside from the crackle of the fire. Our floating house is docked a few metres away from us.
from Vancouver Sun - Travel http://ift.tt/1cQ0FOy
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