Under a glowing gibbous moon, breakers collided against a savagely beautiful cliff in explosions of whitewater reeling off swirls of mist into the air. At a pebbly clearing, Pick found a striated boulder the size of a tank that looked like it had been split by a bolt of lightning. He drove an anchor in the ground to fasten a climbing rope then descended into a pit cave. An opening revealed a natural wonderland of icicle-shaped dripstones inside a massive cavern with a ceiling like that of a great castle. Lofty pillars fused together in wild confusion of all conceivable configurations. His frame in silhouette from a single shaft of moonlight shimmering off an underground lake, the man dropped onto the uncanny rock formations below. He believed what he came for would be along soon.
While Pick waited he remembered the lake where he fished when he was young. Some years when the conditions were right, algae grew in the water until it formed a shell that floated up to the surface forcing rainbow trout to pop out on top of the algal blooms. Farmers there said the lake "turned." The treasure hunter anticipated this lost lake was also about to turn.