Dick Boulton walked around past the cottage down to the lake.

She walked over to the edge of the dock and looked down to the water.

The others went on ahead of him down to the lake shore where the logs were buried in the sand.

From Smith’s back door you could look out across the woods that ran down to the lake and across the bay.

There was no moon and they walked ankle deep in the sandy road through the trees down to the dock and the warehouse on the bay.