Comments on: COOL ROMANTIC THRILL http://lorethannewhite.com/blog/2007/02/21/cool-romantic-thrill/ A window into the life of a romance writer on the run Fri, 19 Aug 2011 19:28:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Toni Anderson http://lorethannewhite.com/blog/2007/02/21/cool-romantic-thrill/comment-page-1/#comment-3159 Toni Anderson Thu, 22 Feb 2007 16:05:00 +0000 http://lorethannewhite.com/blog/2007/02/21/cool-romantic-thrill/#comment-3159 Cool! Whistler is beautiful :) Cool!

Whistler is beautiful :)

]]> By: Meretta http://lorethannewhite.com/blog/2007/02/21/cool-romantic-thrill/comment-page-1/#comment-3157 Meretta Thu, 22 Feb 2007 15:04:47 +0000 http://lorethannewhite.com/blog/2007/02/21/cool-romantic-thrill/#comment-3157 I can't believe they skipped over Cold Lake! We've got the Kinoosoo Legend! Didn't they know? *There was an eerie calm on the water as the Indian brave paddled across the great lake to reach his only true love, a trip he made on a regular basis without incidence. With only half the distance left to go, as he paddled past the mouth of French Bay, he heard a thundering splash roar up beside him. There was no time to react before the behemoth fish would inflict his wrath upon the brave. The next day the Indian maiden waited, even though hope had long since faded of her brave ever returning to her alive. News of the canoe they found, with a large missing chunk from what looked like the bite of a giant fish, saddened the girl. The canoe belonged to her betrothed, whom she never saw again after that fateful night he ran into Kinosoo, the legend of Cold Lake.* I can’t believe they skipped over Cold Lake! We’ve got the Kinoosoo Legend! Didn’t they know?

*There was an eerie calm on the water as the Indian brave paddled across the great lake to reach his only true love, a trip he made on a regular basis without incidence. With only half the distance left to go, as he paddled past the mouth of French Bay, he heard a thundering splash roar up beside him. There was no time to react before the behemoth fish would inflict his wrath upon the brave. The next day the Indian maiden waited, even though hope had long since faded of her brave ever returning to her alive. News of the canoe they found, with a large missing chunk from what looked like the bite of a giant fish, saddened the girl. The canoe belonged to her betrothed, whom she never saw again after that fateful night he ran into Kinosoo, the legend of Cold Lake.*

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