This is the road to the Jonesville Reservoir. I can get to it also directly from Pineapple Hill by crossing out bottom pasture (“The Bottoms”) and following a path through the woods.
The reservoir is loaded with snakes—something I didn’t know when I first moved in a Pineapple Hill. I missed the ocean. I missed my sailboat. So I’d go into the reservoir with a beer and a swim noodle.
Kept seeing squiggles on the water surface from the corner of my eyes.
Now I tell my friends about the Jonesville Reservoir being a sort of Jurassic Park complete with dinosaurs, Great Whites, Sasquatches, Carolina Lizard Men, and such. I offer tickets and even sometimes offer special weekend packages. And I tell them Led Zeppelin is coming to play there one day.