Navigating unknown waters can be simple with a chart plotter or, on a calm day, even a good old nautical chart. But how about using just a fuzzy memory and a dream? Not so easy. And that is why, after exploring a lonesome mountain lake in California’s High Sierra range last year, as my buddy JG and I piloted through a narrow channel and around a point to discover a flawless cove, elation reigned. Protected by a granite promontory windward, this quiet haven featured clear snow-fed shallows, a broad hard-packed sand beach framed by shimmering aspens, and beyond them, a web of Jeep trails shadowing towering peaks.
It was, in a word, perfect. And I was lucky to find it, because although I had been here once before, it was…