I have dear friends who have a summer home on a small (by their standards) lake in Minnesota, and when we're in the States we nearly always fly up there for a quiet, peaceful few days. The loons are a major part of the wildlife, and their call, especially as the sun goes down, is haunting. And they dive, and disappear, emerging far from where they dived; you could watch and listen all day.
And at night, the only light outside is moonlight making a silver path across the lake.
Oh, I need to go back!