The land is now so wooded around this lake one can hardly walk through it. I used to swim here as a child. Around the only island visible in this old photo a person can catch bass and old logs. The stands of birch in the distance, looking like frost upon the land, have for the most part been replaced with spruce and pine. Otters and beaver live here. In fact the first beaver dam I ever encountered was found to the right side of this picture at what is the south end of the lake. During my teen years I would bike the 5.5 km (3.4 miles) to cool off in the water after a warm summer day. The last time I visited the lake I was hunting for chaga, amply supplied by the remaining birch trees on the southern hills, the once grassy fields you see in the foreground.
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