Twin Peaks
You could practically hear the eerie Angelo Badalamenti music playing last Thursday as Steve Scauzillo, the opinion page editor, and I approached Crystal Lake. Creepy's not the half of it! David Lynch has got to be inquiring about a weekend getaway cabin ...
We were just 26 miles from SGVN world headquarters in West Covina as the Cooper flies. But we were a mile high in the San Gabriels, in a crazily thick spring fogbank, after lots of hail on the way up the newly reopened Highway 39.
It was also 39 degrees out when we got out of the car -- not hailing, but misting. I had never been there, to the only natural lake in our mountains, and one of the few in Southern California. Owner Adam was very welcoming inside, once we made it through the scary doors, and, a professionally trained chef, he made us bowls of chili that are way better than they need to be, so far from civilization.
We then walked down to the lake itself, and found two guys from Monrovia and La Canada fishing 'cause they'd read the story in our paper about how this great trout lake had been unavailable to anglers for a decade and they figured the rainbows would be biting like crazy. No such luck. Nary a tug.
Look forward to the campground being opened one of these days ...
