“It being about the full of the moon, and a warm and pleasant evening, we decided to row five miles by moonlight to the head of the North Twin Lake, lest the wind should rise on the morrow.”
“This is a noble sheet of water, where one may get the impression which a new country and a ‘lake of the woods’ are fitted to create.”
“No face welcomed us but the fine fantastic sprays of free and happy evergreen trees, waving one above another in their ancient home.”
—Henry David Thoreau, “1846 Ktaadn”, The Maine Woods