A beautiful morning on the Moose River
The morning of our fourth and final day on the Moose River Loop was by far the most beautiful. We packed up and hit the river by 5:30 a.m., before our river right neighbors across the way. There was a light fog that covered the river for hours- a photographer’s dream! The river was peaceful and calm, reflecting the trees along the riverbank like a mirror. We paddled with stealth, hoping to have the chance to see another moose, but didn’t. We saw more ducks, and chased them, again, for what felt like miles before they darted into the shore shrubs. At one point, the fog was rising up from the river in a sea of columns. Each one was swirling towards the sky, reaching over three feet in height, then vanishing.
Mirror images, beauty, and peace & quiet
We paddled towards distant mountains. The silence of the morning was close to indescribable. Being surrounded by so much natural and undisturbed beauty in such a peaceful setting was truly incredible. Each turn in the river opened up to scenes that were more beautiful than the last. It would have been a fantastic morning to fish, but the view was too breathtaking to do anything other than paddle on and see what was around the next bend. We knew it was only a matter of time before the fog lifted, and we didn’t want to miss a single moment of it.
Even after the fog lifted and the sun rose higher into the sky, there was no breeze. We enjoyed staring into what seemed like two mirror-image worlds as we paddled the last section of the Moose River. Eventually, the river picked up speed, although not a lot, as we neared the final rapids- Attean Falls. As a novice paddler, when I hear the word “falls” I immediately conjure the image of Niagra, or Grand Falls up near The Forks when they open the dam. I envision a massive, powerful charge of water roaring over a rocky cliff and plunging into the river below. That wasn’t the case with…