Yes, Virginia, there is a lake, and it’s natural and quite bucolic. Before you grab your fishing pole, let me warn you that there are only two ways to gain access. Thirty-three homes line the shore (the lake is west of the SmokeHouse restaurant), so you could make friends with an owner—I once scored an invite to an Easter egg hunt and was so distracted by the tiny lake’s miniboats, fountains, and white swans that I didn’t find many eggs. Or you could join the Lakeside Golf Club, which abuts the south shore. If you can afford Lakeside’s annual membership fee, which is in the tens of thousands, maybe you should just buy one of the homes and invite me to the housewarming.