When I was a little girl, I dreamed that all the water drained from South Watuppa Pond, leaving behind a wonderland of rocks that my family and I explored. This dream came true, in a strange way, when the water level fell during the summer of 2010, revealing stone rows, old campsites, and manitous.
A wigwam covered with straw mats stands near the north stone row at the west shore campsite. The ambient glow from the sky reveals the hill to the north, while mist rises from Watuppa Pond. To the north stands a hill crowned by a large boulder.