There was an amazing smooth boulder reaching down to the water at the edge of our campsite. One warm afternoon Nicole, Brian, and I took a dip in the water at the edge of it, but it was only a "dip," since ice-out couldn't have been more than a few weeks earlier and the water was frigid. This was the evening view from the rock, where Derek caught his first smallmouth and our clothes dried in the sun after the downpour.
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