Where Water Goes

The drop of water would have tumbled over rocks in the shallow upper reaches of Lake Martin. Photo by Kenneth Boone

Follow a single drop of water on its 31-mile journey through Lake Martin

A single drop of rain. Perhaps it fell from the sky during a brief June thunderstorm and landed on a pine tree at the edge of the lake, but it didn’t stay there long. In a matter of minutes, it would have picked up a tiny grain of pollen or a spec of dirt as it rolled along the spine of a pine needle and hung at the sharp, spikey end before it splashed to the forest floor, its six-month adventure at Lake Martin begun.