We started out in Kemmerer with a power breakfast. This would fuel our 7 mile hike into Thumb Lake.
At this point, we ran outta gas. so much for the power breakfast. Wecamped amound the spruce trees, in the middle right hand area of this photo.
rival, Hans whipped out a couple semi cold Diet Cokes. Bless that man!
We actually managed to catch a couple fish between the naps, and general laziness. Maybe it was the high altitude, but we were both about as motivated as a couple of newly neutered pups.
After the hike out, we camped next to the Green River. That morning we woke to a few showers of rain. We improvised by adding a "shell" to our sleeping quarters, and slept in a little longer. Waiting for the rain to ease.
After a bit, the sun came out, and we caught a few trout out of the fabled Green river. But wished we had had a drift boat, to do this large river justice.
All in all, the fishing was marginal, but the scenery beautiful, and isn't that what's it all about?
rival, Hans whipped out a couple semi cold Diet Cokes. Bless that man!
We actually managed to catch a couple fish between the naps, and general laziness. Maybe it was the high altitude, but we were both about as motivated as a couple of newly neutered pups.After the hike out, we camped next to the Green River. That morning we woke to a few showers of rain. We improvised by adding a "shell" to our sleeping quarters, and slept in a little longer. Waiting for the rain to ease.
After a bit, the sun came out, and we caught a few trout out of the fabled Green river. But wished we had had a drift boat, to do this large river justice.
All in all, the fishing was marginal, but the scenery beautiful, and isn't that what's it all about? Ok, no. But there's always another day around the corner, before the snows fly.
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Gentlemen;
I received your latest transmission in the confines of my corner office. Painfully oblivious to the crisp fall air outside my glass and concrete cell. Unaware of the elements of the natural world- consumed by "The Matrix"- when your series of electronic pixels representing reality remind me of my chronic restlessness, my travels as a stranger in this foriegn world of ego's, power, politics and money. My enthusiasm, mind and heart have moorings far from this man made environ. On the shores of pristine mountain lakes, surrounded by the scree of ancient glaziers, communing via fly line with a fellow species which is blissfully oblivious to everything that currently holds me bound!
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