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the water laps against the rocky shore where the island juts dramatically out of the lake, dividing the long narrow expanse from the wide bulb of its turkey baster shape. paddle gently clockwise and find the protected cove, a dirt path, and a hidden picnic table. the ancient pockmarks, so condescendingly named "demons' ovens," show the slow work of falling water attempting to erode what the body of the lake cannot.
this island is small, but contains multitudes. little microclimates contrasted by the spruce, the maple, and the pine. where it faces the "tube" of the lake, towards the prevailing winds, the face is scoured almost clean, but "bulbwards" it's a rich tangle of life both looming vegetation and tiny animals.
for small feet, small eyes, and expansive growing minds it holds wonders that can fill many hours and visits.
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