It has been a very dry summer and the lake is down. The old timbers that were once support for a pier at the south end of Boston Lake are visible once again.
When the original forests were logged off a century ago, the huge logs were floated across the lake and loaded onto the rail spur that bordered the south shore. The submerged timbers, and the rail bed that became Boston Lake Road, are some of the more noticeable reminders of that era.
Our farm shore is in the upper left distance. Those tall white pines are the trees I often photograph with the sheep. And the spruce spears are next to our house.