The Witches of Picnic Point

Many years ago, on a tiny slice of shore, a small tribe lived in harmony with both lake and land. There they watched their children grow and felt quite contented. But others watched too. Three witches who hungered for the children and who, in the dark of night, stole them. Desperate, the tribe begged great Earthmaker to help. And at the edge of Picnic point, he did, turning the witches into Hackberry trees, doomed to creak and wail in the winds of Lake Mendota forever.