The old railroad line used to run right against the lake. It's been a trail for years. The neighbor's dog and I enjoyed the trail on a snowy day last winter.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. (Thoreau)
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