Arrow Lake Is an impossible dream

The rogue had wandered through the peaks and summits of the mountains for some time before she ventured down to the long lake. She had been here before, or at least somewhere near here. Curious as to what the connection had been, she followed the lake past its nestled spot in the mountains to where it was fed by a river. She squinted her eyes at the horizon, vaguely recalling the landscape from the year before. Yes, up north from this lake was another, a hotspot for ducks for whatever reason. That's what it was.

Satisfied with her conclusion, she resigned herself to follow the river this time. See where it led her. (not that she had much else to do). She sauntered along the riverside, humming melodiously to herself.  

It was to her luck then that she was not alone along the river today. A graytoned woman walked in the opposite direction to her, looking about. Howdy, she smiled lazily at the woman.