Interesting peregrinations: The boat ramp at Sterling Lake is off of a tiny bay on the west side of the lake that runs southeast out to the lake itself. In the center of the peninsula that forms the bay is a hill, and on the top of the hill is a four-trunked oak tree that has to be well over a hundred years old. The four trunks are almost perfectly aligned to the compass rose. It pretty much SINGS "sacred place". I know I wouldn't have dared, as a writer, to invent such a place; it is just too perfect. It certainly makes me happy to know that it is there.