This quiet shoreline, these still waters! Whence perfect nature spawned productive life and certain formalities drew native culture into the scheme of things yet to come. This deep water course where grizzly bear and soaring eagles found sustenance amongst schools of coursing salmon, as freshets of glacial water carved rivers through geologic strata over milennia and ice age. Where long-nosed bark canoes paddled by native Kutenai tribes plied these same waters in search of food and worldly visions as their skin drums beat, as sacred songs mused intention and unforgotten history while dreamtime realms converged. Somewhere in time native hearts came and went in moccasin-clad feet searching for the unsearchable. Where archaic hammer-smiths sat congregated beside smoking campfires tooling spearheads and arrow points from raw stone discovered and gathered at the foot of what is now called the Selkirk Range. Remembering those ancient ones leaving nothing but a few tell-tale petroglyphs and oral history for us new-comers to discover and interpret. Here then is the balance of what is left. Here is the last of that pristine nature so coveted and revered by man and nature together. Here then is the remainder of long-ago harmony and productive spectacular nature. Here then is  Majestic Kootenay Lake!