“For the next twelve hours we busied ourselves doing Great Bear Lake castaway stuff.
We skipped stones until all of the flat ones for 3 miles in either direction were gone, burned every piece of driftwood within the same radius, got rained on, watched the huge, hungry trout thrash on the surface a few feet away, while they chased after the ciscoes, got rained on again, kept an eye open for the bear, watched the boat continue to drift further away - and waited…”
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