Sunday, we walked ON the lake. I kid you not.
We're in a drought situation and the lake is 6 feet below normal. I never realized how much water that was until Sunday. Hubby's Mom use to have a house at the lake, so he took me there to illustrate that kind of phenomena to she-who-cannot-tell-distances. Hey, I'm a girl, it's genetic...unless you're an architect or something.
Someone's been putting this new real estate to use by utilizing it as a driving range. Wonder what kind of score you get if you clear the land and hit a gator?