        In fairly short order, he had dragged the canoe onto the beach and towed it up into the treeline.  He had been amazed when he’d found this spot—with the slight curve of the southern tip of the island, one couldn’t see South Fox Island over the trees.  The shoreline of the mainland was too far away to make out anything more than a slight greenish rise in the water.  The south end of Beaver Island was fairly unpopulated, and invisible until one was halfway down the beach.  The water was too deep for any fishermen to make their way out here.  In short, it was a day’s travel to the middle of nowhere.