I flew out over the airport and off into the countryside. The main part of the city of Longview was some ten miles to the north, but the wind was taking me more to the northeast, an area of woods, small lakes and gated property owned by the Eastman Chemical company. I had been told this was not a great place for crew to find your balloon, but the wind was brisk and I rapidly flew past the areas around the airport where landing was possible. I tried my luck at different altitudes, but still found myself going to the northeast over the trees. I talked on the radio with Larry and Brian, who were driving around the woods on a variety of roads that ended in gated deadends. The sun was getting low by then, and I found myself headed toward a small lake in the woods. I burst some balloons to drop in low over the lake, and landed on the swampy shore. The lake was very beautiful at twilight, although I was distracted by a variety of insects that emerged to feast on my legs. Crew found their way to me about 45 minutes later.