
It's Not Much, But It's Mine
It has been really dry here in NC, so I figured I would try to walk a nearby lake and see if the water level had dropped enough to expose anything. When I got there, the "beach" was covered in footprints. I kept walking and didn't find anything but a lot of footprints. Eventually, I reached a stretch that was blocked by fallen pine trees and that is where the other guy turned around. The only way past them was to climb up the bank and make my way through a hellish patch of briars. Only an idiot would try to get through. I am that idiot, it is like a gauntlet of barbed wire, I very slowly made my way through to see there was a 15 or 20 foot section of sand up ahead and I could see a triangle in the middle of it. It was a lot of trouble for this old man to get through, but that Yadkin I got is one the other guy didn't get. I see all the beautiful points everyone posts photos of, so I just have to content myself with what this old body can still carry me to look for, especially since all my old spots are covered with houses