Fred took me on a great hike just off the 395, on our way home from Mammoth, around Convict Lake.
We had the lake almost too ourselves.
I was drawn to the lake. First the edges were raised, something I just cannot figure out. Plus, the lake was talking to us. It bellowed as the water underneath the frozen outer layer moved under the ice, and the ice amplified the noise. It sounded haunted. It was so cool.