I spent my childhood on and in lakes. The lake we had our cabin on was a very clear lake in the 60’s and 70’s. Now it’s not as clear, but it’s still pretty good. There was a smaller more murky lake though the woods on the other side of the road, that one we would carry inter tubes and canoes to because the sun fish would nibble at you. But if there was high wind on our lake we could walk to the much smaller one and have our water time. But now, murky water makes me nervous.