We discovered the prettiest park today, on the west hill above our town. This ridge is dotted with small lakes, most surrounded by homes and cabins. This lake, though, is a park. It's wooded on one side, grassy on the other, and has a network of trails to stroll. There's even a rickety boardwalk and bridge that spans a narrow neck of the lake. It says "Danger, do not cross" but we did anyway. I'm guessing it's because the bridge is awash when the lake level is high, but today it was high and dry.
This small cove to one side of the lake is a haven for ducks... and water lilies.
It looks like a good place for fly fishing, with a broad beach for a backcast, and quiet water for a float tube, and a lot of insects.
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