At the end of the Falls, I began a hike down a narrow dirt trail that went through the forest to a beach on the Lake. There was a train of people on the path, which was much longer than expected. However, the sounds of nature around me without any city noise made the walk peaceful. Sometimes I could see the brown water from Gooseberry River as it wound its way towards the lake, taking a journey just as I was. We finally reached the beach, which instead of sand was little rocks that varied in shades of reds and browns. The sky was spotted by a few puffy clouds, which allowed the sunlight to dance on top of the wavy, deep blue waters. The water went almost to the horizon, stopped only by a little bump which was Wisconsin. Me and my sisters looked around the beach for small agates and other interesting stones. I started reaching my hands into the clear water to grab rocks but water so cold I could only keep my hands in for a few seconds before it felt like I was being poked by thousands of needles. My hands would come out ice cold but the warm day soon made them feel better. After we had spent enough time there, we made the trek back through the woods and to our van. There was more road to cover in the day and more adventure to be had later in the week.