it helps to appreciate a person or a place if you know how it came to be.
yesterday, we went for a drive in the park and ended up at leigh lake.
it had just started to sprinkle when we got there.
the mosquitos were absolutely horrible. i could feel them biting me through my clothes.
leigh lake sits up close to the mountains and is filled by a glacier on mount moran that sends it's meltwater into the lake.
you can picnic and swim from it's sandy beaches and there are cutthroat trout you can fish for.
leigh lake was named for a jackson hole guide and explorer named beaver dick leigh. i am assuming his given name was dick leigh and he was given just the nickname beaver because he trapped for beaver. otherwise, i gues someone didn't like him very much to give him a name like that.
there were people in canoes, kayaks, and paddleboards enjoying the lake.
there is an easy trail that winds around the lake.
i guess hard work agrees with john.
he has lost a pant size since he started work.
wish i could say the same thing.
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