Last night the sailboat that was around the bend anchored closer to my tent site, so this is what I saw when breaking camp.
Grand Bay part of Lake Granby looks so peaceful early in the morning.
The trail moves away from lakeside for a time, and goes through a really marshy area and my feet get soaked. Oh well, if I were a moose now I would be happy, since they seem to like standing in lakes and getting wet feet.
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