At the top of the hill overlooking our campsite was a gorgeous stand of birch. I am unaccustomed to seeing these incredible trees. To a native of the northern woods they must seem commonplace, but to me they were a miracle. The "paper" peels off at will, looking like refuse on the ground. This particular hillside also overlooked a lagoon where a dozen or so beaver had built a lodge. The first evening we were treated to a show as they slapped their tails on the water, attempting to scare us away.
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