This is a travel essay by Isabella Bird. Isabella Lucy Bird (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isabella_Bird) (October 15, 1831 – October 7, 1904) was a nineteenth-century English traveller, writer, and a natural historian. Her life was at least as fascinating as her writings, which, essentially, are travel reports.

This essay treats a trip to Lake Tahoe, the beautiful:The sinking sun is out of sight behind the western Sierras, and all the pine-hung promontories on this side of the water are rich indigo, just reddened with lake, deepening here and there into Tyrian purple. The peaks above, which still catch the sun, are bright rose-red, and all the mountains on the other side are pink; and pink, too, are the far-off summits on which the snow-drifts rest. Indigo, red, and orange tints stain the still water, which lies solemn and dark against the shore, under the shadow of stately pines.

Please read this, it will not take much of your time but enrich your spirit. My heart is just aching for travel after having read this short essay