Between work, family and home; my days are no longer my own.
I declared that Sunday should be a day in the mountains fishing. No chores-No work.
We headed over the Sierra via Carson's Pass and into Hope Valley.
The highest elevations produce these trees. I need to recall the name.
Climbing down to the creek to unsnag his line.
A consultation...... where are the fish?
"On the Rocks."
In a couple of days, Jerry and I head to Colorado for a pack trip into the mountains. It may be warm, it may rain, it may snow, it will most certainly be an adventure.