Thea Prum: And the race is on.
Thea Prum: Let's sail together to the setting sun.
Thea Prum: We're coming home, because home is where the heart is.
Thea Prum: The lone fisherman.
Thea Prum: Sailing action on the upper Mystic Lake.
Thea Prum: It's good of you to come see me today my good man on such a wonderful spring day.
Thea Prum: Hopping action at the main parking lot.
Thea Prum: A family party at the lake on a blustery spring day.
Thea Prum: It's too early to swim little one.
Thea Prum: A lone swan has the whole lake to itself.
Thea Prum: It's time for me to reach out and touch the sun.