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We paddled up the short stretch of the Temperance and into Kelly. For several miles there was no sign of damage. Kelly looked just as it had for the decades I'd been coming through. As we approached the entrance to Peterson Lake, however, things began to change. We caught our first glimpses of those beautiful evergreen hills surrounding Peterson. For just a second, I thought I was seeing wisps of clouds amongst the trees. All too soon, we realized that what appeared to be wispy clouds was actually broken and scarred tree trunks on the hills.
We portaged into Peterson and took the first campsite in the east bay.
Above is a photo photo of Erik and Nancy as we looked around before unloading the boats. This had once been a beautiful wooded campsite. The surrounding trees had been one of those picturesque mixtures of birch, popple, and evergreens. Now, the entire hillside behind the site was a downed tangled mess.
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