Peters Traces His RootsOctober, 1994
When we got back, I got my gear together and set out once again to Mordanga's lakes, this time, the other way around to keep my bearings. There are 3 connected lakes, each about 2 kilometers long. (We saw one next to the cemetery.) The road disappears and I'm making my way through the woods. I cross a foot-wide bridge over the stream running to the mill. Ahead is the lake, and I set out along the bank. Some of the trees are truly bizarre, like this one tree growing out sideways over the water, barely a foot above the surface. Another pair, uprooted, point out the passage to the third lake in their final act.
Like ancient sentinels in a constellation, fallen warriors placed there by the gods, do they point to the past or the future?