The picture on this section is one of the last I took at Lac La Biche, showing the onset of a harsh winter. From the middle left of my photo the difference in the water is caused by the water at the edge of lake freezing; from the position I took this photo, the water below me was so cold even the spray had formed an ice wall up the side of the planking used to contain the banks of the lake.
The lake is so deep they use it as an ice road to the nearest village-Plamondon-40 kms to the North; however I would never (!) go back to Plamondon as it gave me the creeps in daylight. I don't exaggerate when I tell you it was like a Hammer Horror set, only village size. Dominated by the two main building the Catholic church and the school; the atmosphere is so bad, our best friend,Jackie, who was born there couldn't wait to leave.
The lake is so big, they hold car races and several junior league ice hockey matches at the same time and in perfect safety.
One of Lac La Biche's mysteries is featured in my book about Pat Canella-I made the story a double murder, but the disappearance was real. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0078VZREI
The lake is also the focus for my second best selling book "Nerja," http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007ODWS4C and the first part of my recoolections of my two trips to Lac La Biche are in my book "Canadian Memories," http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00891DFXG
I did plan on doing a more descriptive version of my recollections, complete with photos of the Powwow and more about our lovely time together, but as nobody was interested, that project failed to materialise.
Those who remember my time on Bookrix and a few close friends will also recall a love story I wrote, a story which is so personal I almost didn't finish it-at the time it was my farewell to Faye-that has also been scrapped.