The day was dragging on. It began to look as if I would not find anything better until I'd moved to a completely different part of the country. The rhythm of lake, village, forest was unchanging. This was certainly not wilderness. With the sunny weather and the lakes it was pretty enough but it was not what I was hoping for. Still I tried to make use of what was there. I pulled off onto a slip road that lead down to the lake. There was a playground and signs of camp fires on the beach. Two groups of teenagers were hanging out by the lake. One group, the wilder looking one was dominated by a flamboyant Mohicaned punk. I wandered closer to the other group and tried to look indifferent as I took some photos. I felt their eyes on me as I returned to the car but they were trying to look indifferent too