Turquoise waters so pure, you can drink straight from the lake, gazing at logs resting in the depths below. The most striking, absolute silence surrounds us. All we can hear are sounds of our own making. Snow-topped jagged mountains tower above and peek through the clouds. The odd bald eagle soars past us.
For as far as we can see, we are the only people here.
Welcome to Chilko.
Welcome to another world.
