After a few days more of much easier hiking, we met up with Luke again and hiked the last few miles in the rain to Lake Superior. A storm was raging over the lake. The waves were crashing on the beach, and I was sure we’d taken a wrong turn somewhere and hit the Pacific Ocean instead.
The next day, the sun came out and the lake was peaceful and still. You couldn’t see across it. You could drink the water without boiling it.
And so we began the capstone of our trip: a 48 hour solo and fast. Boone and Chris gave us each a knife, a poncho, and a water bottle and then spread us out along the shore where we couldn’t see each other.
After building a natural shelter from branches and leaves, I basked in the sun and rested.
I read the book of Job and felt like I understood it for the first time.
When I got bored, I fashioned little sculptures from the clay soil and baked them on a rock.
I was hungry, but the warm sun and the fresh lake water sustained me. The water was like liquid light. I’ve never tasted better water since.
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
“He makes me lie down in green pastures.
“He leads me beside still waters.
“He restores my soul.”