Back in PA for family events/reunions, I went hiking with my cousin. Afterwards, we stopped by Laurel Lake; I wanted to jump in since it’s been five years since my last swim and because it was 90 degrees with humidity. The water was cold, as expected; I lasted a few minutes.
We did not expect all of the mating frogs on the beach, though. In all my times going here over the course of twenty-five years, I’d never seen it. Caught it at the right time, I guess: