Last year I took a hiatus from Colorado to spend some time in Tanzania on a mission trip, a journey that I will never forget.
So I did what
As fate would have it, my local flyshop owner was similarly afflicted, and we started talking about a quick trout fishing fix to the Lower Mountain Fork in southeast Oklahoma. That conversation was quickly abandoned when it appeared that we both has a break in our schedules the same week, which also coincided with an opening at my friend's cabin. So within 2 days we went from famine to feast and the plan was set.
In short order my truck was packed with all the trappings a fly shop can produce plus two friends. We pointed the nose of the urban assault vehicle northwest....
|Diesel was expensive, but the locals were smiling ...|
|North Clear Creek Falls|
What followed was an epic week with lots of great memories of cutthroats, Hatch green chilies, cows, the malt shop, people and high mountain pass jeep trails that were not made for the mass of an F250. But we made it through (barely), with a few years scared off our lives to show for it.
|Another canvas of God's creativity|
We didn't fish every day. One day we too a side trip to Montrose to visit the Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, Scott Fly Rods, Whiting Farms, and a too late visit to Ross Reels. More about that day in an upcoming post.
|Where the magic happens at Scott Fly Rods|
|PB and J's never taste better than after chasing cutties at high elevation|
Unfortunately most good things come to an end, and where Colorado is concerned, that occurs all too quickly.
|Eastbound and down near Blanca peak in the Sangre de Christo range|
Planning for next year's spontaneity has already begun...