Reminds me of hunting season. I haven't hunted in over 20 years, but one thing I remember about being out there in the early mornings on those crisp fall days was the huge flocks of birds migrating south. Total silence, and then the crescendo builds as they approach in the tens of thousands.
I used to love camping in the winter. Used to. Never canoed or even boated in it though. There's just something cool about getting a campsite set up before a snowfall hits and waking up to everything coated with a few inches of fresh snow. So quiet and peaceful.Have not done a winter canoe trip....might need to think about that!
Great pics-Thanks for Sharing. Dad loved Fishing White River.