On a very rainy day I took a trip across the deepest lake in Australia. The little boat skimmed over the surface and we sped over the clear frigid water, past the forests, mountains, crags and screes, scanning their splendor from afar and through the mist. At the other end of the lake the little boat was a welcome sight for the walkers who had finally made it to Narcissus. The travelers were happy in the little boat that knew it’s way from end to end of the lake
