The lake itself was a little disappointing: lots of mud. (Okay, it was a disappointment for me. Jack absolutely loved those few fleeting moments in which I actually allowed him to stomp in the mud.) There are supposedly beavers at Lundy Lake; they must have hidden when they saw us. But Jack had fun searching for rocks, the bigger the better ("BIIIIG rock!"), and sticks. Here he is, performing some sort of instinctual caveman ritual with two choice twigs:
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