Once past the bay and onto the rock-covered beach, I was exposed to the true environment of the lake. The beach was littered with old, large fallen trees, the exposed roots worn smooth by wind and rain. The weak February sun was no match for the wind whipping off the water; I nearly lost my Tilley hat more than once.
To my surprise and joy, though, I sighted swans both on the water and in flight. While I traversed the snow and ice-covered shore, every so often, I could catch glimpses of the bay.
While on the shore, the day became overcast and the wind grew stronger. It was time to pack up and head home. But this is yet another location I know I will return to.