More than noise
Shoal Lake has scars. Tangible reminders of its conflict-ridden past. Some scars are ancient: striation marks made by the glaciers that crushed the land and shaped it more than ten thousand years ago, water gouging rock. Some scars are more recent: gold mines, rotting and rusting on the shield, their propane tanks still hooked up, abandoned the instant they became unprofitable; heavy valves half buried in the soil and in the decrepit supply shacks, bags of unopened concrete mix, long hardened by rain and time.




