I awoke to Raven’s call, the throaty creak of ancient wood, mist and shadow, and before me a rainbow arced over the lake, its terminus at the meeting of pine-covered hills as the weather held a tenuous peace that would soon be broken by wind and downpour. We donned our waterproofs today and took a many-mile hike amongst the moss-covered trees, then settled in for coffees and a long read, card playing and conversation until the late hours when we trudged to our room through the leftover puddles.