Published in Tales from Cabin 14

Imagine a place where the only sound you will hear is the wind and that of your own voice.

Imagine a place so beautiful and unspoiled, that on any given day or moment it can, and will take your breath away.

Imagine drifting through a place where fish float silently just below the surface to soak up the summer sun, not noticing or caring as you pass.

Imagine a place where the Dogrib and Sahtu Dene have gathered for centuries.

Imagine Hottah Lake.

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