A Spectacular story, by Mark Graf:
For more than a decade, I’ve made an annual trek from Chicagoland to Scott Lake Lodge, an oasis of luxury in the middle of a vast wilderness, right on the border of Saskatchewan and the Northwest Territories. It’s my fishing home. When I flew into Scott on that first trip, I recall pressing my face close to the window of GQD, the vintage Scott Lake Lodge Beaver. Over the 50-mile flight north from Stony Rapids, Saskatchewan I watched a water wonderland unfold. It was difficult, impossible really, to discern just what was an island, what was a peninsula or what was mainland. The whole concept of mainland disappeared into a blue/green maze of interconnected waterways.
It was magical, especially when out of nowhere the lodge appeared.
