When I lived in Carson City, I used to babysit the neighbor kids. I would take the four of them on a walk down to this wetland wonderland, and we would catch tadpoles from the swampy marsh area near this bench. Then we would lug the bucket back to their house, just down the hill from Lone Mountain, and they would learn about how tadpoles would turn into frogs. Naturally, the tadpoles grew legs, turned into frogs (or toads?), and then decided to climb out of the bucket after a while, much to the children's disappointment. Now there are still generations of frogs in the neighborhood which originated from this little marshy wetland area. I placed a geocache in honor of this neat little place, which was the homeland of many, many frogs.