It’s the most beautiful place in the world but I won’t tell you where it is. I will tell you what it’s like to be there. Picture a place where you strap on snowshoes as you step from your car. Glance at the snow covered field before you and begin to create in your mind the you wish to follow. This pristine place lays untouched on this early morning and your snowshoes will make the first mark. Snowshoeing is the best mode of travel as you are able to move easily atop the new powder. How lucky the sun is out. It too cold to receive much warmth but when you reach the top of the dunes it will be glorious. Powder puffs with each step and it’s not long before you approach the tree. It feels toasty warm now as you begin the incline. The wind travels with you producing intricate wavy designs in the snow, painting the trunks of trees. You thought you were alone but near the foot of one trunk tiny footprints disappear and soon deer tracks lead ahead of you. No sign of the fellow traveler yet but your senses awaken to every movement and sound. Is it the wind or did you hear something up ahead? The incline is becoming steeper now. You stop and unzip a bit while you rest. Glancing back the snowshoe trail leads down to what looks now like a toy car. It is steep enough now that stepping sideways is helpful as you work your way to the top, ducking under low branches and and grabbing for some and you slip and step up and up. The wind is stronger up here but you are plenty warm and the top of the dune appears promising. It’s work now to reach the very top but oh, you know what the reward will be. Almost breathless from the last stretch of the climb or is it the first view of the lake? You inhale and let it out slowly feeling both so strong and so small. You breathe deeply and your limbs relax feeling so fortunate to be in this magnificent protected space. It’s quiet. The great lake reaches below you and the sun warms from above. You on the dune, the most beautiful place in the world.