Out of the pea soup – the humble headwaters of the Shelburne – and on into Stony Ditch Lake. This place lives up to its name. Hundreds of granite erratics or glacial deposits strewn across the lake like handfuls of boulders scattered from a big hand. On one, a pine tree grows short and nearly horizontal. We twist and turn among the glacial leftovers and recall the story of the aboriginal man who hid here in the 1800s after he was accused of murdering a white man. He picked a good place to hide.