When I first became aware of her was 5 summers ago. Every year, thousands come to my shores to picnic on my beaches, to swim in my cool waters, to fish under my trees. They strip off their garb and lie in their bare skin, browning under the warm summer sun. Their children splash and play where the lake water laps against the sands. Those who have only started to transition into their adulthood sneak into my woods and imbi...