Had the T-Rex this trip and we finally trekked up to a high mountain lake. 28 miles on the T-Rex and a two mile hike in.
Dalt making a sandwich at the trail head.
Said lake with Dalt fishing off a point.
We thought we were bad ass and then we saw this guy show up with a canoe on his shoulders along with a full backpack.
Took a swim despite the snowy peaks... It felt like a million bucks (whatever that feels like)...
Bridge at the trail head. Lennon made the trip.
The view from camp! Set up on a ridge and it got cold! had a big bon fire and cooked up a tri-tip and tatters.
Another shot of the view in the morning.
On the way out our fishing party was greeted by a huge herd of sheep and a bunch of sheep dogs. Gotta have some respect for these dogs when they can spend all their time watching the sheep. One indication of an intruder and the dogs mobilized, before we knew it we had 5 sheep dogs barking at us and chasing us down the road...
The next day we hit the RIVER!!!!
Caught a bunch but here are a few choice shots. Dalt with a big Cutty...
Me with a big Brown!
These weekends are never easy and they require a lot of walking/hiking/fishing/cooking/camping...
Wouldn't trade it for the world. Thanks for those who made the trip and those who couldn't...
Thanks,
Chris Giles
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