Occasionally , one happens onto a spot that speaks to them like no other. Lane Cove on Isle Royale was that way for me. The idea of fairies, gnomes, witches, and dragons seem possible. Trees become sentient beings that witness our brief travails and passages. I made several journeys here and hope to return. I envy the loons and otter that entertained me with their play and song. This is their home. Beneath the canopy, we are all green cousins, sustained by the pure water of Superior.