This row of birch trees was on the very edge of the rapids and pool below the outlet of Frood Lake. The thick fog behind the birches provided the backdrop because there was nothing but a thirty foot drop into a cauldron of current behind the trees. I was attracted by the fall colour of the birch trees. The roar of the rapids drummed out all of the other sounds of sunrise. The fog was starting to dissipate rapidly as I finished the last few strokes. The few rays of sunlight turned the birches on like a light switch.