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So we cross this bridge that spans an arm of the lake that has several
large rocks (you'll see in later pictures) that apparently drunk
Americans like to jump off of back on to their yachts and houseboats.
Generally they die soon thereafter. So they blocked it off to vehicle access, you can only swim now. You know that concept of living on the 'edge' of everything? Well, this is what it is like to be living on the edge of a lake. |