"They have a lake back there" he said before climbing into the Caravan.
Without discussion, we all grabbed a few old towels hidden in the Caravan's closet, left the clearing, and headed for the body of water Jeff had promised. We headed into the somewhat shadowy forest, with the only protection of Sam's bow, following that narrow dirt path through the underbrush, so hidden that if Jeff hadn't mentioned it we would never have found it on our own.
As we progressed, the trees grew farther and farther apart, allowing light to penetrate between the higher branches, thus increasing the illumination of the place. The dirt, branches, and dry leaves on the ground began to transform into perfectly circular stones and black sand. Finally, we crossed the last line of trees and were completely surp
