Clara was deep in the Forest of Arden, when she heard the sound of the canoe dragged back into the water. The tipsy merriment of boarding a small boat. The sound of the paddles, splash, splashing in the water and then from the lake the sound of the couple in the boat. Singing.

Early the following morning, after breakfast, she followed the shore to the Eastern end of the Lake. The formerly rocky terrain had flattened into alternating beach and forest. By mid-morning, she had reached the end of the lake, but what she saw was not what she had expected.