Thirty nine to forty years ago, my brothers took a group of us boys up to Lake Serene. Then the traik, if you could call it a trail, went straight up along side Bridal Veil Falls, over rocks, roots and old logs for 1 1/2 to 2 miles. On that day we were rewarded with a spectacular view of the lake and the cliffs of the North, Middle and Main Peaks of Index dropping thousands of feet toward the lake. Through the years, several people died when they left the trail to go to the falls to see the Skykomish valley below when they slipped on the wet smooth slabs and went over the falls. Because of that, the Forest Service and the private landowners along the lower portion of the trail closed it and rebuilt it. So today, I returned to the lake with my family via the new trail after an absence of 39-40 years. (How time seems to fly, I'm suddenly feeling old.) Along the lower portion, nothing looked familiar, the trees had all grown and the trail had been rerouted along an old logging road. The trail crossed the creek on a picturesque wooden bridge just below one of the series of falls that make up Bridal Veil Falls. Our kids, David, Rachel and Dorothy were impressed to say the least. The trail then began to climb in earnest. Steep sections of the trail had steps of rock or wooden staircases. In places the the trail skirted tree and brush covered cliffs, typical of the U-shaped, glacier carved valleys of the Cascades. After 3 hours of grueling work that had sweat running down our faces into our eyes and down our backs, we reached the lake, which David described best; ""Cool!"" After taking the mandatory pictures, one of which Rachel, using our digital camera, put up as a desk top on our computer, we settled down for a bite to eat as I told the kids stories of the old trail and the rescues and deaths that have taken place on the trail and the three peaks of Index. Our attention, though, more often than not, was drawn to the rock walls, talus fields and snowfields mirroed in the waters of the lake. Then the name ""Serene"" seemed appropriate. After lunch, I waded into the water and tried a few casts into the water to see if I could lure a trout into taking my offering, but either the fish weren't hungry or the lake is now barren of fish, although I thought I may have seen one leap huingrly out of the water about 50 yards away by some cliffs. About 2:30PM, we left for the downward journey, which was harder for me than it was for Kathy my wife and the kids; my knees aren't what they used to be back in my climbing days. We reached the trailhead at approx. 4:00 PM and were back home in Goldbar by 4:30P PM. All in all, a very enjoyable, albeit, exhausting day; to a very well named, Lake Serene.