My shoes were still wet from the last trip, and I was already planning the next one. There is a certain pull to water you cannot quite explain to people who have not felt it.
Every trail near this lake seems to lead somewhere new, a dock hidden behind pines, a boardwalk that creaks just enough to feel honest. I have lost entire afternoons here, sometimes on purpose, sometimes because I simply forgot to check the time.
Georgia summers bring crowds to the obvious spots, but the quiet edges tell a better story. I keep a mental list now, one path leads to another, and before I know it I have circled half the shoreline…