On a early morning, in a misty drizzling rain I happened upon this crystal clear lake backed by high mountains. In the early morning light, the sound of children giggling in the distance pierced the silence. "It's a dream," I told myself, "nothing is this good". I turned to see two figures in the mist coming towards me, laughing, talking in a quiet tone. With an absence of fear, for such a secluded place, two young native ladies approached, and gave the me the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. As they passed me, I asked "Where ya goin?" one replied, "Picking berries",as they continued walking along the lake shore until out of sight... "They're spirits." I thought.
