Stones in the transparent water of the northern end of Fallen Leaf Lake. In the morning: a long, thin road to the southern end, cabin after cabin, watching the (truly sapphire) water at my right hand. At the end: a lodge, a beach, quiet: somber mountain ridges looking down. Padding out into water that's 3ft, 10 ft, 140 ft, the shore disappearing into solid blue. Sun, dry, quiet. Me eyeing the cabins. The lake with the forest inside.