Portrait of Pinguicula (circa 2012)

It doesn't take long to paddle around the Peel's Pinguicula Lake. You can see from one end of the narrow waterbody to the other, no glasses necessary.  
Tucked a few miles back from the Bonnetplume River, which it drains into, its clear waters are ringed by a cadre of grand, unnamed, protective peaks. The bug-eating wild flower the lake is named after is sprinkled generously along the shorelines.
Remote though it may be, remnants of industry's push into the region, every other decade or so as metal prices cycle, still litter the land and sully the water.