We turned onto the blue trail and followed it until we reached a sign marking the edge of the preserve. The trail continued, and there was a complete lack of signs prohibiting access, so we kept going. We came to the edge of a frozen water feature, filled with Phragmites, which horrified my Mom, because of course none was there 45 years ago. Keith went out a bit on the ice to look around, while my Mom continued west along the shoreline. Keith let Frankie and I know it was safe, then hurried to catch up with my Mom. Of course Frankie wanted to go on the ice, too, so we did. When we caught back up, Mary was resting alone near a big red ribbon. Keith had gone on ahead to scout. With the pain in her hips, she decided the ribbon was a sign to stop unless Keith found something remarkable on his a five-minute forward scouting mission. Frankie had a snack while we waited, and my Mom and I looked at maps on my phone, determining that we'd just gotten to the eastern-most part of the White Lake basin (I was running MapMyRide). When Keith returned, he reported more of the same in the near-ahead, so we turned back, re-tracing our steps to the parking area for an out-and-back totaling 1.8 miles.
Mary was disappointed that we didn't make it to White Lake proper (she'd always entered via a different access point that no longer exists). However, we all enjoyed exploring a new place, and I will gladly honor my promise to take Frankie back another time. We have the rest of the yellow trail to explore, and apparently could continue further on the unmarked trail we explored today. Maybe we'll even find the elusive White Lake someday.
|the yellow trail|
|photo by Mary|
|photo by Mary|
|the only access to the cabin was up these icy boards|
|our turnaround ribbon|