On a recent trip I crossed over the lake just before the sun came up. I crossed the desolation wilderness area and just over the ridge as the lake in all her glory spread out before me. The winds were calm, and the surface of the lake was a perfect mirror of the mountains beyond. Here and there along the surface, wisps of fog, looking more like silken lace, clung to the water and rocky coves. There were no boats moving, nothing to disturb the quiet beauty. I swept over the pass at Kingsbury Grade, and adjusted my course towards Tonapah.