Colorado -- Description and travel; Natural history -- Outdoor books; Rocky Mountain National Park (Colo.) -- History; Rocky Mountains
Although filled with the purest and clearest water, from a distant
height they often appear to contain a brilliant heavy liquid. Under
different lights and from different points of view they are emerald,
opal, inky black, violet, indigo-blue, and sea-green. I have
approached one from a high distant point, and as I descended and
waveringly advanced, the lake took on a number of deep colors, each
melting like a passing shadow from one into the other. Occasionally,
too, it almost vanished in dull gray or flashed up in molten silver.
The colors shown were as vivid as if made of the brilliant fire of
the northern lights. All these changing colors played on the lake,
while the surrounding peaks towered in cold and silent desolation,
changeless except when occasionally swept with the filmy bluish
shadows of the clouds.
Below the timber-line these lakes are more appealing, and many in the
midst of groves and meadows help to form delightful wild parks. Others
are hidden away in black forests; tall, crowding firs and spruces rise
from their edges and hide them completely, even when one is only a
yard or two from their shores. I camped for a week within a stone's
throw of one of these forest-embowered gems without suspecting its
presence. Returning to camp one evening from an encircling ramble, I
was startled by stepping into a lake-edge. For a moment I was puzzled.
Instinctively I felt that my camp was about the width of the lake
ahead of me. Although I felt certain of my bearings, my mental
processes were such that I was unwilling to trust this strange lake.
Instead of walking around its poetic shore, I lashed two water-soaked
logs together with willows and on this rude raft made my way directly
across. My camp was within fifty feet of the place where I landed.
Elements of peculiar attractiveness are combined in the lakes that are
situated along the timber-line. Some have a treeless mountain or a
rugged snow-piled peak rising boldly behind, and an acre or so of
meadow between one shore and the forest. A segment of wind-distorted
trees, a few enormous rock domes, a fine pile of boulders, and a strip
of willow with clumps of spruces and firs combine to give a charming
border.
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