[Journal entry for August 24, 2013; Lake Skenonto, Harriman State Park] The afternoon is exceptionally bright and clear. Even though I am tired, having just returned from the QMIII-F13 fieldtrip in Maine, I decide to hike in Harriman State Park. I park at the ACA Camp on the shore of Lake Sebago, and take ADK Camp access road northward, along the lake shore. I pass a large rock into which a face has been carved, and then connect with an informal trail that crosses the ADK Camp and follows the lakeshore. Numerous people are about on this beautiful evening: at the ACA and ADK Camps, boating on the lake, hiking along the trails and camping along the lakeshore. I connect with the Triangle Trail, blazed in yellow. It veers away from Lake Sebago and climbs upward over some rock ledges, reaching the southern end of Lake Skenonto in about a half mile. Skenonto is much smaller than Sebago, perhaps a half mile long and a quarter mile wide.The southern end of the lake is a wetland, full of water lilies. I scramble over several sets of rock ledges, finding pretty vantages from which I can view the lake. I note a beaver lodge, built on the lake shore. A fellow hiker tells me that he has just seen the beaver, but I cannot spot it. I pass a Phragmites marsh, set off to the west of the lake. It is already in shadows, as is most of the west shore of the lake. The east shore is still brightly lit. All but one tree are still summer green. The outlier, a maple, is already in its fall colors; it really stands out. The northern end of the lake is full of water lilies, too, and is very still, providing nice reflections of the trees on the opposite shore. I swing around the north end of the lake and then follow the eastern lakeshore, taking a woods road that leads to Lake Skenonto Dam. This thirty-foot high concrete structure looks in pretty good repair, though the downstream wall has many white mineral deposits marking where water is seeping through the concrete. I consider following the outlet stream to where it flows into Lake Sebago, but the Phragmites and other vegetation look impenetrable. Instead, I take a vague informal trail along the lake shore, fighting my way through patches of blueberries and mountain laurel. I eventually join with the Triangle Trail and take it back to Lake Sebago. I see a beaver swimming a few feet from the lake shore. The hills on the eastern shore of Lake Sebago are now about half in shadow. The evening is rapidly morphing into night. About two hours.