Lac Dinneshere

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Lac Dinneshere’s waters begin in the tundra along¬side Kelvin’s Cairn and stretch south to the forest that borders the banks of Redwaters. To those who look down on it from the slopes of the mountain, the lake’s broad expanse seems like a great shard of sky that fell to the earth, dotted with tiny boats that tra¬verse its icy blue firmament. From the water’s edge, the imagery no longer seems quite so apt. Frigid winds blowing in off the Reghed Glacier whip across the lake, its surface chopping with waves that stand at odds with the serene sky above. The lake does seem to reflect the moods of the heavens; it blushes pink on tranquil evenings, turns steel-gray when storms approach, and blanches white during quiet snows. People who have spent their lives along Lac Dinneshere don’t bother looking up to see what the weather will be— they just look to the lake. Though as large as Maer Dualdon, Lac Dinneshere is shallower and thus has a smaller population of knucklehead trout (but enough to keep the combined fishing fleets of Caer-Dineval and Caer-Konig in business). The lake’s ecosystem is also less diverse than that of Maer Dualdon. The winds from the glacier stunt what trees manage to grow along the shore and drive avians to the more shel¬tered areas along Maer Dualdon and Redwaters, and the lake’s rocky banks prevent seasonal flooding and forestall the formation of sandy bars capable of sup¬porting cold-water clams and the otters that feast on the clams. Still, the lure of the lakes “white gold” is enough to keep hundreds of people living here in small com-munities carved into the steep, rocky banks, huddled against the wind and cold.