— We considered camping on the shore of this small lake. I saw it from the ridge above, flat beaches inviting, but it was late and we camped on a patch of gravel on the slopes above. In the morning we came down for coffee and admired the crisp edges to blocks of snow fallen in the lake. There were bits of icy snow stranded high on the beach, and rills in the sand where water from a wave--a tiny tsunami--had washed the beach. Perhaps if we'd made the rest of the descent to camp at this shore, we would have had a rude awakening.
