One of my regular camping spots. Quieter than the Eastern areas. A folklore legend is connected with the lake, known as the Lady of the Lake. In the tale, a local young man agreed to marry a beautiful girl who arose from the lake. Turns out to be a bit of a weird story.. look it up. A beautiful camping spot. The weathered moorland — lichen-covered stone walls, bare mountainside — was endlessly changing in light, sunrise through dusk to twilight.
