Grandparent Camp was ending and I needed to go collect my girl. Of course, there was time on the water.
First, there was time on the water with my girl… which is always time well spent. We tried to get out of the heat by heading up a few thousand feet. We probably bought 10 degrees with 3,500 feet, but it was still 91.
The creek was small and as clear as liquid air, but the fish were clearly visible, even without polarized lenses. I brought the girl down (on my back) and we went up river finding fish, playing a bit, looking for bugs and just generally exploring. My dad came with us and managed to get a couple photos too.
Stalking some trout, together.
Gumboot Lake, at about 6,000 feet. Pretty.
We made our way up to Gumboot Lake and played around a little. It had been about 10 years since I had been up that way and my dad didn’t think he had ever been there. It was a nice little lake. Wish I was going back this weekend too.
Exploring the lake.
It was a fun little trip up into the higher elevations.
The next day my folks took my girl to church so they could show her off to their friends. I can understand that desire and so I was happy for them to take her along. I used that time to visit my own holy ground, my home water. I wet waded and found the water a bit colder than I expected for mid-July. It wasn’t too bad though and I was just happy to be picking my way up my favorite bit of pocket water on the planet.
Sooooo pretty.
More pretty
Yeah… I like this place.
I like it.
They say you can’t go back home again… but you can.
