Katen Lake

Cradled in the high mountain bowl just below the icy sweep of Furu Ridge, Katen Lake is a hauntingly beautiful landmark known for its eerie calm and the constant whisper of wind that moves through the trees and across its glassy surface. The surrounding slopes and forested ridgelines are arranged in such a way that even the gentlest breeze carries with it a soft, sighing song—one that seems almost human.

Rich with fish and frequented by the region’s mountain wildlife, the lake has long served as a reliable resource. It was once the site of a bustling logging camp, though the workers rarely stayed longer than necessary. The wind’s voice, ever present, wore on their minds.

Local legend speaks of a ghostly woman—forever searching, forever calling. Some say she seeks a lost child, others a lover drowned in the lake’s icy depths. It is her voice, they say, that weaves through the wind, beckoning to any who dare to listen too closely. Many believe that those of weak will or weary spirit may be drawn to the lake’s edge, entranced by the whispers, only to vanish without a trace. In the unforgiving chill of winter, such disappearances are often blamed on exposure… though the old folks say it’s her hand that pulls them under.

Few dare to camp there for long. Fewer still do so in silence.