Harvest Moon... many years back I was paddling with some friends up in eastern British Columbia, in the Bowron Lakes wilderness. Its a great circuit, 75 miles, 50 miles deep in wilderness at the turn. You end up where you started. Awesome weather for the first several days... late September. Perfect, no wind, lakes like glass. We leap-frogged another group who were in canoes. My friends were in canoes, I was in my sea kayak. On the fourth morning, just as we were getting into our boats, we see the other group enter the small lake we were about to leave. As we were getting into our boats the wind came up, from about 3 knots to 45 knots in span of a minute or two. The other group, in the canoes, were in the middle of the lake, no life jackets, gear not secured to the boats. One canoe capsized, the other was blown to the far shore.
The lake is fed by glacial runoff, so very cold water. Wind too strong to effect a rescue, so we watched until one guy went under. Finally wind died down a little and I got in my sea kayak and pulled the other fellow to shore. I've never paddled so hard or prayed as hard as I did for the 20 minutes it took to drag him ashore, draped over my paddle float. We had someone paddle down the river to a ranger radio station. They sent in a helicopter to take the survivor out. They looked for the body for a few days, but didn't find it until the next spring. The ombudsman said "when winter comes to the Caribou [mountains], it comes hard." First fatality on that circuit in 20 years.
That experience really tore me up. On the way home I had one CD in my truck, Harvest Moon. I played the song over and over, cried my eyes out over and over. The fellow who drowned had an 8 yr old daughter, and lost her mom to cancer just the year before. Every time I hear that song it brings tears to my eyes.