Great North visits a mountain vastness, where wild, brooding peaks loom above the shores of an untamed spreading river. It is sunset, but, somehow, sunset has magnified its grandeur in these northern skies, as gray wisps of clouds soar like eagles over the curtain of pale gold.
Men embrace a tenuous existence along the shores of the mountain waters. Amidst the structures of the camp we see a single native wigwam – a reminder that this epic landscape has long been host to both diverse wildlife and diverse human cultures.
In Great North, we are reminded that all human achievement pales when compared to the magnificence of God's creation.