I figured the levels were low enough it shouldn't affect anything too much. I set my alarm and figured I'd check the levels one last time before I hit the road.
My internal alarm, as happens about 95% of the time, woke me up before the alarm went off. I was up at 2:55AM. I fixed cup of coffee #1, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and hit the road.
I made a pit stop at about the 2/3 point to top off on gas, offload the coffee, and grab cup #2 from Sheetz. Damn nice gas stations, wish we had them in my area in Ohio.
Dawn was breaking over the mountains when I was about 35 minutes from my first stop.
I found fish immediately. Caught a brookie on my second cast of the morning and the action pretty much never stopped until I quit for the day. Flies that worked were the usual suspects. Hi-Vis Coachman's for the rougher water, Klinkhamer style patterns for spookier fish in calmer water, and deer hair beetles.
A size 16 deer hair beetle got my two best wild fish of the day on back to back casts.
I took a break from the small water and hit the biggest flow in the area in a C&R section. It's a small chunk of water that has produced some decent streamer fish for me in the past, and it fished well again this time. I don't care how pretty the fly is, that shit gets sent into harms way or it was a waste of my time.
I hit one last little chunk of small water on my way out and picked up a few more small brookies.
18 hour trip start to finish, fished for right at 11 hours, never had to drown a nymph, 425.2 miles round trip.
