In the boreal highlands northeast of Superior, on the edge of Algoma, is a land of rugged adventure and romance. This country, where it has been spared from steel, is a lush, wilderness paradise that affords the type of quintessential setting that would be nostalgic and familiar to any Canadian: the hill-studded silhouette of the forested horizon, aglow in pink and gold with the last moments of the burning mid-summer sun; the air, sweet, with the fragrance of pine, and silent beyond the quiet murmur of a distant waterfall; two lonely canoes beached upside-down on the sandy shore, their slick hulls casting a reflection off the sky; three small tents nestled in the forest over a floor of pine needles, in their natural place amongst the spiring conifers; the ghostly smoke of a campfire hanging low and curling over the still air of the glassy lake; a dream-like world, which has no earthen match in tranquility or peace.
THE TERRA INCOGNITA 