I had a few hours to kill this morning before I go to a bbq for Memorial Day. I decided to hit Cranberry Lake as I haven't been there since I was in college with Billy Hoffman. It's funny how the memories of a place doesn't leave you...even after so many years. I still remembered much of the lake.
It started out a nice, calm paddle. I left the launch and headed to the "old lake". I got over to the rocks and decided to do a little fishing. Got a bite but that was about it. I then paddled the circumference of the whole lake. I think my favorite spot was a little hidden cove that was even too shallow for my boat but it was nice and peaceful. After a while of paddling, and going under the bridge, I headed back to the launch and it became fairly windy and the boats were all starting to zoom around.
As a whole, I wasn't crazy about this lake to paddle. It was all back yards and to me, dodging boats and seeing backyards isn't all that fun for me.
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