Summer solstice, the longest, most sun-drenched day of the year. Or at least that's the hope. This year I celebrated the solstice by hiking into a mid-elevation mountain lake. As we gained elevation along the way, deep, lingering snow drifts caused concern. We didn't find the lake's surface in a solid state as feared, but winter hadn't completely loosened its grip on the little mountain basin.
Dry tinder and a spark saw us through the summer snow squalls, bringing warmth to hands chilled by alpine waters where golden trout swim.
Ah, goldens. How finicky were they?
ReplyDeleteNot terribly, but it did require a few fly changes.
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