At the Shore of the Lake

The water behind you is lapping loudly at the wooded and rocky shore, A breeze is gusting just hard enough that you lean slightly backwards against it. You are glad to be out of the canoe. Though you think of yourself as being in shape, it was a l-o-o-n-g way across the lake. You stretch, waving your arms around to get the blood flowing better while you consider your options.

The cabin in front of you looks well kept but the shutters have been closed and it looks unoccupied. A few leaves scuttle across the porch as you stand there.

You think about your next step, choosing among entering the cabin or heading west along the shore or going east instead. Of course there's always the option to get back into the canoe, forgetting the whole foolish thing.