A long time ago, I had a friend we will call Joseph. He was one of the most interesting characters I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. A lot of the times we spent together were trekking to unknown locations out in the woods, at the beach, up the mountain. He knew some of the coolest, most secluded spots. His father was an old mushroom hunting hippy, and had made many friends who taught him these hidden gems in the middle of nowhere. This pond is one of those spots. You have to be an adventurer to get there this time of year. There is snow about a foot deep presently (after over a week of melting from the last storm). The pond is half iced over. We called this the Salamander Pond, because in the spring and summer we would sit on the dock you can see on the far side with a small portable barbecue and a few frothy beers and watch the hundreds of salamanders swim around in the water.
Unfortunately, I believe this is the last trip I will ever get to take to the pond. Behind where I am standing they appear to be building a house. The project was on hiatus due to the winter, so I didn't feel too bad trampling through the snow around the area. But I wont make the trip again. The old, hidden gem has been discovered and "habitated".