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There is no single vantage point to admire the moon at West Lake. The waters stretch without end, and moonlight falls across them all. Drifting eastward in a skiff, one beholds the twinkling lanterns of the city; gazing west from the Goldsurge Gate, the North and South Peaks stand in silent opposition. Sitting in a boat, face turned toward the moon, cradled entirely by shimmering waters, one feels woven directly into a painting. Yet, the most magnificent stretch of water unfurls around the White Causeway and Lone Hill. When the autumn air is crisp and a full moon commands the sky, the glassy surface captures the full splendor of the season. Thus, this quiet expanse alone claims the title, "Autumn Moon over the Calm Lake."