There was a little path around the parking lot and to the other side of a restaurant. We walked over there, and we could see the lake. It was a beautiful view, and it would've been better if it wasn't for the busy street right in front of the beach. We walked back by the car, and noticed a little path leading into the forest. It was a very tiny path, and I'm surprise we didn't decide against it (for fear of creepers, getting lost, getting hurt, getting west nile...), but we didn't. We went down the path, into the forest.
It wasn't long before the gravel path gave crooked gravel and wooden stairs, and then we were at the bottom. We looked up, and we saw a beautiful waterfall, surrounded by stone and ledges to stand on. I regretted not taking the camera. We took a few pictures with my phone, and went a little more down the path. The path went beside a little stream from the waterfall, and every once in a while there were little bridges across it. Then our little magical nature hike was rudely interrupted by a the busy street in front of the lake. We had no idea where we were or how we got there, so we just turned around and tried to make our way back. We knew we were close when we got back to the waterfall. We stood there for a while, glad that we decided to take the little path. When we left, a thought popped into my head that made me laugh.
I was getting the feeling that if we came back later, none of it would be there and it would look like any other forest.