I had been passing troops of motorcyclists all day. They were all heading in the opposite direction and I had to wait for a long stream of them to pass before turning onto a dirt track that ran alongside the lake. There were wooden cabins built into the pine forest facing the water. They had a nice view and it must be a pleasure to watch the lake as the light changed but I wouldn't choose to take my holidays there. The ground had a churned up feeling as if too much building work had gone on for the sparse forest to manage. The houses felt bare and exposed, overlooked by others and more were under construction. The was no noise from the busy road further up the bank but one sensed that it would be calmer on the far side of the lake