Having that talk with Chris during Katimavik left me wondering what my own community had that I'd always taken for granted. I remembered a photograph in a broken picture frame above our bathroom sink. I asked my parents one day where it was. They informed me it was Blue Lakes, and the start of the trail to them was just outside of New Hazelton. I was never aware that something so pristine and beautiful was just outside of town! I vowed that upon finishing Katimavik and returning home, I would seek Blue Lakes out. There would be several weeks left of summer, so I had no time to lose recruiting some friends to join me. It was an ardious task, finding those willing and with free time. Hours later, then reaching the second glacial lake, my friends took me aside and thanked me for bringing them up there. It really was my pleasure.
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