We got a late start hitting the trail so we ended up walking about 2 of the 6 miles to our destination in the dark. If you've ever backpacked with 50lbs on your back, you know the only way to make it worse would be to have the steepest part of the trail be done in the complete dark. That's pretty much what happened to us. As our bodies were beginning to shut down, I decided that the next camp site we rolled by would become ours, even if someone was in it. Luckily my main man JC was keeping an eye out for us and we stumbled across an empty site located right on the banks of Pear Creek. We set up camp for the first night soaking wet and freezing cold. After warming up and eating some space food, we had a few great laughs at some of the delusional motivational conversations that we had along the trail. I was keeping a rolling time on my watch so we could find our pace and have somewhat of an idea of how far we've gone. We kept a pretty rapid pace of about 2 miles per hour according to my calculations. I don't think my buddies thought it was too clever when they found out that I had been lying about our time to keep everyone motivated to keep moving. But I guess somebody's gotta do it.
Here is our first camp site.
The next morning we were woken up by Brandon around 5:30 AM. I guess he was still on Georgia time.
We hit the trail to climb the quarter of a mile up to our official base camp.
We set up the fishing gear and hit the water as soon as we could.
Here is Brandon trying his luck for the first time on a fly rod.....and possibly even his first time on any fishing rod. You be the judge.....
Much to my disappointment, Kojak was the first to get one. He hooked a nice Greenback Cutthroat, the state fish of Colorado and a fish that was believed to be extinct only a few years ago.
After seeing him catch a fish, and having no luck of my own, I knew we had to move fishing holes fast before he whooped me. We made another climb for about a half mile and got up to a little spot that shall remain name-less, in case some fly fishing spy is reading this (not very likely, but I'm learning that this is the way of the true fisherman, never giving up his good holes)
I caught a fish from the top of this rock face and from that point, it was on!
We were pulling trout out left and right for the rest of the day! Kodi and I ended up catching 8 a piece. Brandon got skunked on the day, but at least he tried.
The next day we packed it up and headed back home!
Sunday we had big plans of hitting Wash Park and then going out to Red Rocks. We decided to sleep all day and be fresh for Red Rocks.
The opener was Rebelution followed by one of our old school favorites from college, O.A.R.
I'm pretty sure the fellas loved being at Red Rocks!
That looks like so much fun...well not so much the 2 mile a hour hike. I want to come!!!!
ReplyDeleteMan, what an awesome weekend. I can't believe ya'll hiked that far, that's pretty hard core I'd say. Red Rocks is the best, can't wait to come again!
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