It's a rather odd image, wouldn't you say? Far from beautiful, further from captivating. What's odd is that there looks to be a bale of hay....in the lake. What the hell is it doing there?
You can't see it in this image but there's a hay field high above the lake, on the other side of the trees. The field has a gentle slope up near the Lakeview Road but steepens dramatically as you head toward the lake.
We've just experienced a few very hot days with no precipitation. Ideal haying weather. Clearly someone was out cutting and baling hay. Clearly someone doesn't understand the concept of 'the wheel'.
Wasn't that one of the fundamental discoveries made by cavemen thousands of years ago (and perfected by the Flintstones)? Have we learned nothing?
Recipe: take one five hundred pound (and round) object, place on incline, then push gently. Wait for a few seconds. Fret a bit. Yell 'timber'. Hope no one was 'in the way'.
This bale of hay started its journey somewhere in the hay field. It probably rolled down the field, through at least 100 feet of woods, across the beach and into the lake. Had someone been fishing on the shore at the time, they likely would have been killed.
Wouldn't that be a pathetic way to die? Fishing along the shores of the Washademoak, run over by a bale of hay. Didn't see that one coming , did you? It's not unlike the real tragedy in Lac Megantic. Some things in life you simply can't anticipate. Human error, no matter how seemingly simple, can have catastrophic consequences. Fortunately there were no human hay bale injuries, but I wouldn't be surprised if the lake is home to a few flounder now.
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