Lisi Lake

Some love the ocean: vast foreign shores, unfathomable depths, moody blue changeability, endless horizons . . . but not me. I'm from the Land of 10,000 Lakes, and I love lakes.
 

Unfortunately Georgia doesn't have any naturally occurring lakes, but they have enough reservoirs around to make a lake-sick soul like me feel at home. We found one such reservoir, which they call Lisi Lake, very near to our home.

It has a picnic area, decent beach, and paved pathway on one side; and if you're adventurous (like hubby, above), there's a rough muddy trail encircling the entire lake that's passable for running.

I'm sure I'll reveal deep psychological truths about myself, but I expressly dislike all those things about oceans. I prefer a knowable distant shore, the outline of land and trees inversely manifested, the familiarity of seasonal changes (the freeze, the thaw), and fathomable depths.

I never tire of the familiar sparkle of sunset on rippling water in contrast to the dark shadows that only a near shore can effect.

And I find utter peace in the glassy tranquil surface so common on a windless evening.

I've tried to awaken in myself a similar reverence for the salty sea, but to no avail. Let the coastal dwellers have their oceans views and roaring waves, I'll take my land-locked rounds of calm fresh water. Having grown up with a lake across the street and summer cabin on a lakeshore property, how could I possibly do otherwise?