The story
Fool Hollow Lake spreads its pine-ringed water at Show Low in Arizona's White Mountains — created in the 1950s when Show Low Creek was dammed, flooding the hollow named for Thomas Jefferson Adair, the 1880s settler whose neighbours reckoned only a fool would try farming the rocky draw; Adair's homestead era passed, the mocking name stuck and outlived the mockers, and the lake became the centrepiece of a popular state recreation area of campgrounds, ospreys and trout, its drowned-hollow origin a favourite ranger's tale. Its telling is campfire-light: cabin-window lights beneath the surface on still nights, a figure on the far shore at dusk taken for old Adair surveying his vindicated hollow, voices in the coves, and the White Mountains' wider lore brushing the shoreline — undocumented, affectionate, more smile than shiver. Recreation-area rules govern the visiting. Present Fool Hollow as homestead-humour heritage — a fool's errand that became everyone's favourite lake — its underwater lights the hollow's last laugh.