The tentative goal: to find the dock where we can park kayaks. But that's just an excuse to explore.
People wave and smile as they take out their trash or water their plants. I wonder if they're native to this place or tourists here like us.
Fifteen minutes down the way, I come to the lake's end. Or at least the terminus of this inlet. It comes to a gentle stop, this water; it empties into a field of green.