We climbed, clawed, and clambered up nearly 4,000 vertical feet to the lake basin. The icy mountain water was a welcomed refreshment after 7 miles of dusty climbing. After resting for a few, we quickly inflated the SUPs and took to the water. The sound of the ice crystals breaking around the nose of the board as we paddled through slush sounded like champagne bubbles in a glass. Icebergs, some with giant rocks that had fallen on the lake over the winter, littered the lake, and provided an interesting obstacle course for our evening paddle. We watched the sun set over the adjacent Mission Mountain range, and finally docked our boards for a late dinner.