OK, so I started this trip report badly.
Then, we had a couple of days with some really awesome thunderstorms last weekend, and the power was knocked out three or four times and buggered up my PC.
When thing stabilized, I was led to do a windows update. Okay, fine--but I lost all of my bookmarks.
Then, it took
to upload all of my photos to Imgur.
Enough whining. Here we go.
I sent four weeks this summer working for the University of Southern California. Yeah I know--nobody was more surprised than me when they offered me the job. However, it meant that I missed all of the best hatches on the home waters.
When I wrapped up the gig in LA, I hooked up with my youngest son for a foray into the high and wild places in Cali. "Plan A" was to hike Yosemite from Tuolomne Meadows downhill to Yosemite Valley with a side trip up Half Dome. Unfortunately, we missed getting our permits, so we needed to look for another adventure.
Jon Heaton came through with a handful of awesome suggestions, all of which began with a night at his place at 8000 feet to acclimate, socialize, and enjoy the incredible hospitality that he and his bride provided. So, after an evening at their place that included an incredible dinner featuring chiles rellanos with homemade queso fresca, my son and I headed back south again.
I think I'll just let the pictures do most of the talking.
We started out at about 10,000 feet and after a few miles found our destination at about 11,000. I anticipated a throbbing headache, but was surprised that this never occurred. I *did* experience some fairly intense head rushes when bending over to set up the tent, but whether that was the elevation, fatigue, or a combination of the two I can only guess.
Regardless, it was sweet taking off the pack and settling in for the night.
With camp established, day two found us fishing. It was simply stellar.
We took fish on dries, nymphs, and streamers. And, while the action was very good, we probably saw six or eight inspection/rejection rises for every fish that actually took a dry fly. It kept things interesting.
Of course, there were other sights to be seen.
...but then again, there was more fishing.
We had a witness to our good luck.
We decided to take the long way out. When we did, we encountered this shack not far from where we camped. It was kind of disappointing to see a formal structure in the wilderness, but I suppose it serves some function.
...and maybe lunch.
I'm 56 years old. I busted my ass for months to get in shape for this (and other) adventure. I'm really glad to still be able to do this. There's nothing like the kind of bonding you can do with your children like a back-country adventure.
We're already planning for next year.