The desert stretches out from both shores to meet rugged mountains. Muted yellows, browns, and reds, with the occasional tint of green splash up from the lake edge where steep cliffs are mixed with sloping beaches marking washes that empty the occasional mountain run off into the lake.  It is a peaceful place to float and just relax.  I am surprised how few birds we saw, except the “boat mallards” who followed us in search of a handout.  It seems like a good habitat in a huge span of desert but something must be missing or maybe we are just the wrong time of the year?  We didn’t fish this trip but saw quite a few “big ones” in the crystal clear water.  We probably have a return trip in our future.