Harebells on the Rocks

In July last year, I stopped along Rock Harbor and hopped out of my canoe at the bottom of a short cliff. A clutch of harebells was growing on a narrow ledge near my landing spot. Finding a spot to land the canoe in places like this can lead to a soaker or two if you don't have the proper water shoes. On this day, I just plunged my boots into the knee-deep water near shore.

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