As we step out of the pine forest, Harisson Lake lies at our feet: gray-blue, with no end in sight. We stand in the grass, ground squirrels look out of their holes to the right and left. The children are already putting their toes in the water. And in the next few hours I will do little more than watch the sun move.
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