My friend and I spent two nights camping at this site. You have to carry your gear in about a mile, but it’s pretty easy to access and was popular with other campers both nights. The water is COLD, even for me (I love swimming almost more than anything and have swum in Lake Michigan in March), and it’s probably snow melt right off the mountain.
I got in and splashed around a bit, went in over my head, and then immediately rushed out muttering, “Cold, cold, cold!” A gang of male campers was loitering nearby watching, and one came over and said, “Well, I bet it’s not colder than where I was swimming earlier.”
“Yeah, man, go ahead and show me up!” I said, encouragingly. So he left for his suit. When he came back, he waded in up to his knees*, crossed his arms, and proclaimed that the water was absolutely “not cold”, then he immediately waded back out again. By this time, I was distracted by the dipper, but I could hear him telling his mates loudly that it wasn’t cold at all, but that it looked a bit mucky so he wouldn’t get in all the way.
My friend and I were both quite enamored with this little verdant island.
No one else dared to get in at all, aside from my camping companion, who washed carefully but did not deign to go in over her head.
Anyway, maybe I’m weak, but by my account, the water is COLD! Nice, but cold. Like bone-hurting cold if you stay in for more than a few moments (at my size, anyway). Go and camp there and see if you can prove me wrong!
*I was thinking, “Whatever dude, you didn’t go in past the ‘point of no return’.” Which is a thing another male friend had explained to me.