Shattered and seamed, scarred and disintegrated, they look as though earthquake and lightning shock and the storms of a thousand years had battled with them.

They give a new touch of grandeur and almost awesome sublimity to the scene.
For a mile or two we play at hide and seek with the Lake.

It seems as though we were in the hands of a wizard.

"Now you see it, now you don't." Query: "Where is the Lake ?" Mountains, snowbanks, granite walls, trees galore, creeks flashing their white crests dashing down their stony courses toward the Lake, but only now and then do we catch fleeting glimpses of it.

All at once it bursts full and clear again upon our enraptured vision, but only to give us a full taste of its supernal beauty before we are whirled around a curve where the eye rests upon nothing but the rugged majesty of the Sierras.