Robert Service should write a poem about the place. Sounds pretty creepy.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lanier
I cremated Sam McNier.
That’s where Sam McGee used to vacation before he switched to Lake Laberge for the cooler waters.
Lanier is a TVA lake, so it is a dirty sponge of toxic materials in the lake.