Distant peaks glow in the low evening light. A new sunrise is masked by a turbulent sky, deep purple crashes against angry blue, water pours from the heavens, the land hidden by the silvery veil. A dramatic landscape, delicate and fragile, harsh and unforgiving and timeless. And the history written in the hills, whispered by the rustling leaves, shouted by the roaring wind. These remote and seldom visited waters have much to tell and many secrets safely locked away.