Natthimmel

MISTY CHICKEN LAKE @ Natthimmel
By Konrad and Saskia
Photo by Rage Sage

In the heart of the Yukon, between the small, forgotten towns of Mayo and Chicken, lies the enigmatic Misty Lake. This secluded body of water, perpetually cloaked in a thick, eerie fog, is a place where silence and shadows dominate.

One bleak autumn morning, a solitary traveler named Alex ventured into the desolate wilderness surrounding Misty Lake. With a heavy heart and a sense of foreboding, Alex was drawn to the lake by tales of its haunting beauty and the secrets it held.

As Alex neared the lake, the sun struggled to break through the oppressive mist, casting a pale, ghostly light over the water. The lake’s surface, dark and still, mirrored the somber hues of the encroaching forest. Gnarled pine trees, their branches twisted and bare, stood like silent sentinels along the shore.

Alex set up a makeshift camp on a narrow, rocky beach at the edge of the lake. After pitching the tent and gathering some damp firewood, Alex sat by the water’s edge, enveloped in the oppressive silence. The only sounds were the occasional drip of water and the distant, mournful cry of a loon.

As the day wore on, Alex wandered through the area, discovering overgrown trails that wound through the forest. Each path seemed to lead to a new desolation: a crumbling waterfall, a meadow choked with withered wildflowers, and even the skeletal remains of a deer, long forgotten. The air was cold and heavy, filled with the scent of decay and damp earth.

In the evening, as the sun disappeared behind a shroud of clouds, Alex built a small, flickering fire and cooked a meager meal. The weak light of the fire and the occasional crackle of the logs provided little comfort against the encroaching darkness. Stars were hidden behind the thick fog, leaving the lake in an impenetrable gloom.

Just as Alex was about to retreat into the tent, a soft rustling in the bushes broke the silence. Out of the shadows emerged a gaunt moose, its antlers stark against the dim light. The moose paused, its hollow eyes reflecting a deep sadness, before vanishing back into the night.

Feeling a profound sense of isolation, Alex knew that this experience at Misty Lake would be etched into memory forever. The lake, with its haunting beauty and oppressive silence, had revealed the darker side of the Yukon wilderness.

As Alex lay down to sleep, the unsettling sounds of the lake and the forest kept them awake, haunted by the mysteries and melancholy of this forsaken place.

Welcome and enjoy!

Saskia & Konrad