When the average pony looks at the surface of a lake, they see a shimmering or murky body of water. Mysterious but-ultimately inconsequential. They never quite realize just how much stuff folks throw or abandon to the depths.

Northstar gently set herself down on the wooden boat seat that, up until a few years ago, was above water. It capsized in Gypsum lake after a dimwitted Coltscout master knocked a hole in the hull. One pony’s garbage is another one’s treasure! There’s sure to be something of value down here…