End of the line right out there. It felt good to see the end of the winding walking trail at the way west end of our lake park. I’ll return to venture more when it’s warm, I thought with a slight April shiver.

Drivers beware. If you drive in, be prepared to stay awhile, I thought as I walked to the way west end of the lake park. Or, don’t drive in.

Walk carefully. It’s going to take some sunny days to get this casual water out of here, I thought as I thought about getting closer to the shoreline at the way west end of the lake park. Yes, golf-think is entering my spring brain.

Lonely feeling. Out at the finish of the way west end of the lake park, it can look kind of lonely on a brisk April morning.

It can happen. Here’s a spot practically screaming for a paddler to put in a small floating craft when the weather gets warm, I figure as I stroll the way west end of the lake park.

Branches waiting for buds. April looks like winter, I thought as the way west park path twisted for me this early morning.

Water worthy. I know that they use these buildings and water craft. Sometime this spring I will return to find something floating on our lake, I think.

Back up. There’s a sunrise back there amid the clouds. I promise. The blockage might be contributing to my big chill, I figured, as I quickly strolled the way west end of the lake park.

Quiet time. I was hoping to spot Syracuse University crew team members out on the lake, or at least preparing their shells for the season out on the water. I saw a lot of cars parked outside the building that houses the folks that participate in the sport (I figure) but not a soul outside.