Comfort Lake holds countless memories of mine. It is the lake we would pass, on those especially blustery fall evenings,
when my mom and I would trek hand-in-hand along our four mile walk. During the Summer, it's where my brother Joe and I would race to on our bikes, then while hooting and hollering we would pedal and splash our bikes right into the lake, seeing who could go the farthest through the water. In retrospect, I can't think of a better name for that lake.