Its rich, deep, perfect splendor is a constant surprise.

One steps from his hotel, not thinking of the Lake--the blue of it rises through the trees, over the rocks, _everywhere_, with startling vividness.

Surely never before was so large and wonderful a lake of inky blue, sapphire blue, ultra-marine, amethystine richness spread out for man's enjoyment.

And while the summer months show this in all its smooth placidity and quietude, there seems to be a deeper blue, a richer shade take possession of the waves in the fall, or when its smoothness is rudely dispelled by the storms of winter and spring.
So much for the color! Yet there are those who are devoted to Lake Tahoe who seldom speak of the coloring of its waters.

Perhaps they are fascinated by its fishing.