Today I walked around Miller Lake. It was a short detour on a gravel road off my route from Fort Klamath up to Sunriver.
It was full of purple flowers and woodpeckers and butterflies.
And lots of pine cones.
Some logs had fallen in the water and formed an isosceles triangle.
A few people fished, close to the campground at Digit Point. Otherwise I saw exactly one other person on the trail in two hours.