Our passage through the mountains had been overcast by clouds, but as we neared the island, the sun shone bright to illuminate the lake, a dramatic transformation changing the waters from deep blue to a bright turquoise green.
Transfixed by the tiny strip of land that was no more than 1.2 acres (smaller than a football pitch), I felt the wind stir in my hair and thought of the words that Matricia Brown, a First Nations Cree Knowledge Keeper, had shared just the night before. “Our hair is like an additional sense,” she said. “It keeps us rooted to the Earth.” For me, travel has always been about new sensations...
Read the full article here
