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Lake May was located off Hwy 120 running between Yosemite Valley and Lee Vining of East Sierra, not too far from Tenya Lake.

The hike was moderate and took less than an hour to reach the top. There were not many souls traversing on this slope. The hike was quiet, only the sound of nature and pine trees howling resounding waterfalls. On our heavy pace traversing uphill wondering when to reach the top we came across some folks coming down from the lake top, and assured us not too far ahead of us on top was the lake. The hike seemed to take forever, not treacherous yet stretching our mind thin.

In the mid of quiet mountain, two third way up the trail, a wrangler drove the herd of horses and mules downhill sharing with our foot trails, kicking the dust bowl off the air. We quickly made our way off the trail and waited for the caravan passing by. The mountains returned to its quietness, rather serenity. The wind swept the pine tops lightly, not a soul on the trail. We could hear our voices being echoed back from the surrounding granite mountains.

Finally we reached top after going through the last small dip of terrain, the lake appeared in front of us. Pristine air, and clear, cold water of the lake on top of mountain top unfolded gradually as we approached the trail top. There were a few hikers taking rest and enjoyed the cool sunlight of early afternoon. Nature could not be more perfect. One could not be more spiritual in this part of the heaven, the angels could have came down here for the pristine water.

A small lodge was built up here for people who wanted to stay overnight, coming up by backpacks perhaps, enjoying the mountain solitude, and its beauty; the residents got the service through supplies with fresh loads carried by the wrangler returning uphill after replenishing his cargoes.

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