A Pocketful of Lake Glass

We left for an adventure to BRH at about 2:00 and after a few stops, made it to the Big Lake by about 3:00.

More driftwood, more bunches of roots, and a handful of lake glass. Lake glass appears to be pieces of broken Heineken bottles and the like that have been rounded off and roughed up by the waves and sand, making them slightly opaque. It's difficult to find pieces of lake glass, they're usually pretty small and are found quickly by other beach combers. We walked such a distance, that I doubt too many people venture that far down the beach, allowing me to find multiple pieces of this "precious" stone.

As I was slowing scanning the beach for art materials, Bits pointed out a "heart". Can you guess which pic. it is?

Mike grabbed a large walking stick from among the driftwood to carry along in case we should happen upon any big, furry, black friends. Mike calls this a wild beach. The National Forest comes right up to the sandy beach edge. There are no million dollar homes, condos, or gift shops on those hills. Bacon Bits, taking a cue from Daddy, grabbed his own walking stick and stuck it into the ground with every step.

We walked and walked and walked , the sun casting long, low shadows in front of us. We drove out of the park just as the remaining sunlight was fading into the horizon.

*Check out the first pic. These are trees reflecting on the Black River. It looked so much like a skilled watercolor painting, I had to capture an image.