I remember going there as a child with the family and having a picnic and a day of fishing. (and getting made fun of because I refused to touch the icky worms!) Then, later, as a teenager, this became a favorite haunt for keggers and small drunken get-to-gethers with other wild, rascally pubescent youth. Thus I am not going to name the spot. But I will share its' beauty with you!
The way to the best vista is over this bridge. Bring mosquitoe repellent!
The large body of water here feeds this creek, which runs under the above bridge.
And, of course, every bridge has two sides!
If you take your time to really look, Spring will gladly show off for you. There were lovely little bouguets of cowslips.
The occassional jack in his pulpit.
And, naturally, the ever present dandelion. A weed with its' own beauty.