When I drive near the Geist Reservoir, I can’t help thinking about times when so much water didn’t belong to so few. Access to the lake was much easier, less costly and much more fun.
My favorite spot was on the far east side of the lake on the north side of the bridge. There was the perfect place for a family picnic, wading into a shallow edge of the water, and amusing ourselves with wild laughter and excessive splashing. As I remember, there was even a picnic table or two along that short stretch.
There was an official public access site on the south side of that bridge to the west. It was enough to maneuver a small fishing boat into the water safely.