Detroit lake! I grew up going here because my grandfather owned a cabin in the near there. Unfortunately, he sold it a few years back after my grandmother passed away. In the winter they let the water out through the damn and an empty lakebed full of tree stumps appears. It is an eery, yet beautiful place to walk around. Your shoes get quite muddy. T’is strange thinking, “I am walking around in what used to be a lake, that used to be a fir-tree forrest.”