In days gone by, the lake was a meadow, where Lady Anascul and the Giant Culhane (sp?) lived and loved. One of the other giants challenged him and they hurled the giant boulders one sees along the mountainside at each other. Culhane was felled by one and looked dead. Lady Anascul fell to the ground and cried endlessly on the floor of the meadow, filling it with water and drowning herself. Culhane survived and lived for many more centuries and legends.
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