Well, believe it or not, it's spiritual, in a way. There is something on the Canadian Shield that we can not find anywhere. Something wonderful and pure. Perhaps Ladies looking sex tonight Frankfort Square the hikes and the skeeters bring us out of our heads and into the present. The usual daily stresses don't matter anymore not money or job worries, not family issues or responsibilities. The wilderness is all about the moment, and it throws your life into a different perspective. You begin to the wonder in ordinary things. We found trilliums and orange, orchid like plants with exploding seed pods. A magnificent snake (Northern water snake?) allowed us to cross close to him as he was sunning himself on the trail. We found a what was either a mink frog or a peeper on the trail on our return trip: I caught a flash of orange in a stream we crossed, I think it was a newt: We found deer poop and a nice pile of bear poop, right by the trail. We also found what I'm guessing was mink or marten poop it was about cat-sized, greasy and full of hair. Our grand reward, the High Falls, was worth the heat, scratches and bites. The extra rain had bloated the creek to a rushing torrent. The force of the moving water created a powerful breeze, finally providing skeeter-relief. When we lay on the rock beside the falls, we could feel the rumbling vibration of the rushing water. This, the plants, the wildlife, the water, is what we. It keeps us coming back for more. Next time, we pack deet.