"Be back in a minute," I whispered to my guide, and I hurried off to the horses. I found them just fine, grabbed the glass and headed toward where I thought the lake was. In all that dense forest, however, everything looked the same. The day was overcast so I had no sun to use as a reference. I stumbled around for a few minutes, then came to what I thought was the right lake. Wrong! I had found an entirely different pothole, which looked the same as the one I'd just left.