Today we hiked to and around a local lake, all the while snow falling. Legend says that a miller once grew jealous of his lover dancing to another man's flute playing, and pushed her into the river. Where she fell, the lake turned silver. The miller ended his own life as well, and where he fell the lake turned black. This explain's the lake's silver and dark sections.
All was quiet, and it felt liked we'd dropped right into Narnia:
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| A Scot's Pine leans over the pond. |
After, since the path was rather flat, I went on my own more-adventurous uphill walk up one of the hills near the resort. Again, picture Narnia:
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