Ballast

There is nothing quite like being alone in a canoe above hundreds of feet of cold dark water. Lake Whatcom has, since my move here in 2007 been a source of unending wonder to me. I have swum, fished, paddled, and drank from this lake.

Today, I sat perched alone atop nearly 250 billion gallons of water, balanced delicately above almost 400 ft of nothingness. Except for a loon, a cormorant, and whatever lurked below, I was the only one to witness the rain fall on the placid deep.
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