Arrived on the West shore and, as the grass is always greener on the other side (we saw a nice beach on the other shore), got in the car to the East shore which looked more accessible for splashing around. There was quite a large group of hippy-looking young parents which turned out to be Hare Krishnas hanging around for a week after their annual conference (Gurukula?). We had forgotten our swimming trunks but the kids just ran around in their underwear and the adults managed to wade around the shallow parts of the shore.
No time to stop at General Grant Tree on the way back, we just headed straight to the hotel for dinner. It takes about an hour to get there from the park entrance, which is a pain but expected.