Saturday, December 15, 2012

Summer of Content....considering the heat....

Summer here in Colorado this year was filled with record heat, and again we spent the summer in a drought of water on the front range.   Heat was so unbearable in the city that we ventured every weekend into the high country, escaping the high temperatures, and how that heat makes it difficult to cycle down bike paths, go to the park and spend a day, hike farmland trails, all much to enjoy being outdoors, but high heat meant each step or pedal would be a strain when done all the day.   We are such a short distance to the high country from our home.  I can point the SUV in that direction and she knows where to go.

Here are some photos from the summer escape...

Escaping to the high country gave us time to find wonderful animals such as the moose crossing Sprague Lake and the bears in the trees near where we were spending the week in Steamboat.  And of course the fish, the wonderful fish on my little spots that my waders have stepped into.

Hope you enjoy these shots of my summer escaping the drought and the last photo is Fall River Road on a day in autumn, looking for little fishing pockets of water for next year....

We need snow, then we need rain in the Spring.  Here's hoping.


Monday, October 1, 2012

Over to the Yampa

Fall is here, and it was the best time for us to take off for some down time.  We headed to Steamboat Springs for the week.  The colors were vividly bright, as always this time of year.

We found our way to some ripples on the Yampa, and I saw my backing for the first time in my fly fishing life.  That one, he did hunker down, and he did finally break the very end fly of three.  He felt like a gallon milk jug coming through the water, and running.

What a day!  And my sweet husband got my moment on his camera, and I thought he did rather well.  I edited this shot in black and white, just because...I liked my leg moving up and through the water, showing motion....and my eyes and face at that big fish...

We caught seven that day, all released, all big, rainbows, cutbows and a couple of brownies...

And the one that got away....

Fishergirl, in the yellow trees...

Monday, September 17, 2012

Oh I could fish this spot a long time...

The spot I really liked yesterday....yes full of brookies, and I know everyone wants that big fish, but the brookies here thought they were rainbows....just a leaping flying after everything I threw in, but look at it, sure looks like a bug dinner table to me....caddis was the chefs fav....


Friday, September 14, 2012

The phone call came, new rod, reel are in....!

I ordered new rods and reels about ten days ago....I have done this before, four times.   It is a bit like learning to ski, buy the ones that will get you down the slop, and then out ski them, buy the next step up, learn the back bowls of Vail in the late '70's when Vail was $10 a day to ski and I could park in the front row of the parking lot, walk to the booth.   One set after another, taking one down the hills in a nicer way, equipment does make a difference.

So in 1989 my papa gave me his Sage graphite.   Class rod at the time.  SA reel.  I was smokin', but then got distracted with a Harley Davidson in my life.  But every time I rode past waters the feeling was there, jealousy.   I missed the waters.  But one can only be in one place at one time.

Then I sold the Harley, husband sold his.  Decade of riding, was time for quiet change.  So we bought Ross rods and reels, made in Colorado at the time.  Bought another Ross for me, for bigger fish.   Then my wonderful neighbor gave me her Orvis 2-1/4 rod and very nice reel, just because she loves me....

Then I went out with my guide friend, used an RLW, wonderful rod, so I bought one of those.  Bought a new little Orvis reel as the above one locked up, I was in tears...have to figure that one out, send it to England or something!  

Now after fishing my special place, with my special guide, I used a Baron IIt, my gosh I loved it for those types of waters. 

I fished so well with it, spot on.   As in skies, there is difference in equipment.   So put in an order four days after Wild Basin, there ya go!

Not only did I get the rod, but a Lamson Litespeed....and my husband a the same set up.  He has earned it.  Goes everywhere I send us, with a smile and does all the prep for a fishing weekend, have to love that.

So, Sunday I get the new rigs.  The way I look at it is I am not rich, a simple smart working woman, for over 40 years I have counted the beans for others, and well.   If I wait until someday, it may not come.  I want to live now, and out loud, and catch fish, and finely.  I am so excited I am up late typing this as I can't sleep, think of fishing.  Think of water sounds, think of Legands of the Fall and his casting.  Think of brookies leaping up water falls, think of the Greenback Cuttie that I have yet to trek for, and I know where I am going, maybe not this year, too high and too late.   But we will be in Steamboat last week of September, new territory, new waters, new tales, new adventures....and Walden over the hill.

Now I will have a greenstick....and this weekend....!

Also a flashlight down my waders to find that darn leak!

Life is good.  When I am too old to use this rod, it is nice enough I will had it to one of my four grandchildren, and step to the side of a stream and show them how it is done...maybe the seed will be planted for another generation.

I am glad these rods have warranties!   They have a story to start!

Tight lines, tight knots...


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Capture Nature, in the lens

Was off to the Botanical Gardens this summer, with camera in hand.  And found lovely sunflowers everywhere, cone flowers they are called.

I snapped this one and then came home and cropped it, and found this group of petals just begging for exposure.

I rather liked it.   I hope you do as well.

This is what I do when I am not fishing and hiking, I find gardens....

Have a great day!

Monday, September 10, 2012

The disappearing act.....

This last early summer Mike and I were fishing up on Glacier Creek, but way down in the gorge.  As the Bear Lake road closes at 9 a.m. this summer for inbound traffic, we had the entire gorge and outflow to ourselves.  And it was Yellow Sally time, and PMD's were everywhere one early morning as I was fishing some foam by a large flat rock bathed in sunbeams.   Hundreds of tiny bugs were over the water and rock and foam, so it would be a good place to drop a dry fly, so that is what I did.  I feel a little strike and then I lift and it is a brookie, a small one, maybe five inches.  I just laugh at his jump in the air, and see all his colors, and say "oh you are a little guy, we will just let you go now" I bring him across the creek, with falling water over large rocks to the right of me, a bit like a washing machine.

As I am bringing him in, I look for him and line and I cannot find him.   I said "where did you go?"  And I look down to my left and I see something on my line and say "oh there you are, and oh my, you have moss all over you!  Let's get that off..."    Then I see that the moss is moving side to side at that back end, and that it is a fish!   A fish had taken my fish.  A big fish had taken my fish, out of a little creek!    I think, as he is at my feet and not at all afraid or letting go of his brunch, what do I do here?   This has never happened to me!   Fast on my feet I say out loud "net that fish!!"

Sweeping him up I see that he is a male brown, with a top jaw line of about four inches!  He fills my 20 inch net, just missing an inch on one side, so he is near 19 inches!   And out burbs the brookie, alive an well, and both are in net side by side.   I think no one will believe this, and grab my cell phone to snap a shot.  But big Willy is not having this easily, and while in the net on the ground, flips out to of it.  I needed two hands to get him back in so I could let him go helpfully, and right side up, but getting him back in the net is like arm wrestling a big man, he was so strong!   I snapped this shot of him, with pine needles on the guy and half of him out of the net, but he was OK.

When I showed this to my angler friend at the shop he said this was an old fish, by the glassy looking eye.   He was even more golden that my photo shows.   And most likely came out of the "washing machine" water fall.

In the meantime Mr. Brookie is at my feet in the water, still on the small hook.   I have some work to do.

I get this big guy back in the water, and boy he is super strong, and easily swims away, such stamina in this fish.

The little guy is saying "hey there, remember me, hello"....and yes, he is revived to a fast motion and swims away from my fingers on his tail, back to tell his sisters "guess what happened to me today"...

I named him Jonah.

What a fish story, hey?   And there he is, just for me to remember, as I could not believe it either.

Once in a lifetime on a creek, in the Rockies....!


Sunday, September 9, 2012

THE stream of choice this summer, the St Vrain....

Needless to say it has been many moons, and this last month a Blue Moon, since I had the time and space to update this blog.  Winter moved along...and spring followed, now late Summer is surrounding me...and today I have a bit of time to note that I have found a gem in Colorado, the St Vrain area at Wild Basin.

All summer I have been tracking up and down Glacier Creek in RMNP, and it has been a gem of a trek.  What has been nice is that Bear Lake road has closed after 9 a.m., and therefore very few fishermen are getting up there while the road is reconstructed.  So that means on Glacier Creek we have had very little company, except for the fish.

So that has gone along well.  But sometimes you want a change of stream, a different background you might say, and different waters.  So we took a day to the Upper Big Thompson, and lo and behold that is where all the people are, not able to get up to Sprague Lake and Bear Lake.  With their kids and rocks, their kids and dogs, their water dogs, their passion to fish even if it is right next to you, they are all there.  I shall not complain any longer, they give Colorado much needed revenue.  But really, baby stroller and three children along a fishing trail, screaming children at that, and stopping right next to a flyfisherperson?   Hmmm....

So it was time for my annual solo guide trip.   Just said, "let's change it up, take me to somewhere new, special, I am ready..."

So to Wild Basin we go....

This was taken by my trusty guide....after much bushwhacking and navigating...and what a day it was.   Lots of Brookies, lovely of all the fish in the high mountains of Colorado.  Pocket waters.  A day trip.  Few bruises on my legs, I am tiny person, so these trees are something to climb over...but we did fine.  Was terribly exciting.

Now I know what the Trout Bum was talking about.....I get it.

So that was a weekday.   The following weekend I took my husband to same trail and off we headed.  And what a day we had.  He owes me for being his guide.   These are not easy waters to navigate.  We found a falls where the Brookies were leaping out of the water....and children on a bridge were ecstatic.   Which I was too.   Those children I had not problem with.  Every fish that tried they cheered.

And I found a honey hole, my new word.  No one will find it again soon, it was just the right time of day, the right bugs on the water, a feeding lane, and the right dry fly on my line.  I could not believe how much fun this hole was, I called her the Unlimited.

Yesterday was a solo day for me, hubby wanted to stay home, I wanted to grab the fading summer one more time.   Next two weekends are all family, so no waters to my butt on those take Summer in my hand for one more day....

First the Big Thompson, low water and lazy fish.  Sipping my flies.  That just send my excitement level up, just to flatten it out when they say, "nope...changed my mind..."

Then Moraine Park, after everyone has taken any Brown and Brookie home for dinner, most likely still in their freezers...those few could not be inspired to bite hard.  And then the rutt is on, off the meadow at 5:00.

On the way home thought, Wild Basin, what, it is 5:20, why not?    I am sure that moose we heard about is far away now, the one we passed on the way out as I was fishing every little spot and husband was giving me "the look", and the hole I passed up on was the one with the moose.  Bull.  Whew.   Not the way I want to end the day, well sort of do, but sort of don't.  Rutt for them too.  They will charge a paper bag this time of year.

So I find my little safe area, the one where I put in Caddis emerger and Bam, and my husband says "damn" then my name.  Is that a good thing or a bad thing?   Ha, I smile and say, want to see what is on here?

My best two words that day were "got one!"....

My little area does that same last night, in the dimming light, fish after fish take my fly.  No I did not bring any to the net, or to my hands, but it was fun just the same.  I was so nervous about it getting dark, about bear and moose, and I had taken off my waders, boots, just fishing in hiking sandals, no one was around at all, not one soul.  Not a car, not a sound.  Water can be quite noisy, causing you to not hear things near you.   Snap of a twig is about all it takes in fading sunlight to cause the face to turn around.  That to a suburban girl is intimidating!   But I love it the same.  It was so much fun.

The fish for me were not large this last three weeks, but fun and full of fight.  Few Browns I was able to get in those waters, but mostly Brookies.  When you look at the area it is a lot of work to get those guys, and I can see how it does not get fished out.

I would not want to be in this area in high winds!

Hidden gem in Colorado.   I will be back, hopefully.  I heard that it was good fishing this year as we have had low rainfall.  Under normal years this stream can kick butt.

All I know is I had a wonderful three weeks for the Wild Basin drainage area...

Inspired me to say " I am a flyfisherman, I am.  I am a good flyfisherman, I am." 

And I now have leaky waders.  My first badge.

And to reward myself, a new RLW flyrod and Lamson reel ordered and on the way, just for these type of waters, that ask for a delicate fly.

Off to Steamboat at the end of September, for more fish and maybe more moose.  I will be careful what I wish for!

Have a wonderful late summer and autumn....has been a wonderful year of fishing!

Tight knots!


Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Lessons passed on....

When I was born it was expected that I would be a son, and that my name would be Robert.  However I entered this world very early, very small, and very female.  They thought of naming me Roberta, but somehow that did not fit the 4 pound little spunky female that came to lay in my fathers arms.  So they named this little baby Linda.  And she was followed by two female siblings, one and two years apart.  Those were the days when babies were never really a surprise, unless people slept in twin beds like on "I Love Lucy" and we know that did not happen.

So my father had three daughters, in various states as he was a geologist and followed the oil.   And I remember our first fishing outing, in the hills of Utah, near Sandy, with a sedan and fishing poles, and a dachshund with a short tail, my best friend.  My father took out hooks from shrubs, trees, ears, fingers, jackets, everywhere but in a fishes mouth.  We were small.  I have no idea what he did with us looking back.  I give him an A for effort.  But he was really giving us lessons.   Fishing lessons.

We came to Colorado when I was nine.  I recall a drive to Trail Ridge, in a rain storm, with my grandmother with us.  That must have just made my fathers day, three small girls and two women, and rain, steep sides of mountains, and he was a Nebraska kid and she was a California girl.  And of course to my grandmother no man would ever be quite good enough, so most likely we three little girls were his only joy that day.  We came out of thick clouds on wet roads and there it was, sunshine and a sea of fluffy pillowing clouds.  I will never forget that day, the sight, this was Colorado.

For as long as I can remember my father gave us fishing lessons.  Many times camping in tents, driving in a car that would overheat climbing bumping dusty roads, buying worms, sodas, and giving us all of his time.  Trying to smile when my mother would have a string of trout and he would come back with one little slim fish and ask her how did she get all those fish?   She would reply that she threw them on the bank in the grass.  He would just laugh.  She was not a fisherman, so we know how he felt, don't we?

One day in the late 80's my father gave me his Sage rod, said take it into the park and try it out.  I had never held a fly rod.  We were having a big family gathering in Grand Lake for July 4th.  First time on the headwaters of the Colorado River I caught my first fly rod brookie.  I was captivated.  Now I could not even think of keeping such a fish, and it was a release area, and I was totally hooked.   He did not ask for the rod back.

And the Colorado and I became best friends, for two decades.

He passed away little over two years ago.  Tomorrow is his birthday.  I thank him for the lessons, the time, the fly rod, the patience, the laughs, the support, all of it.  He never felt that he was sorry that he had no Robert.  If he did, he never said so.   He always said, "try one more time, a little over there"...

And I hear that every time I fish, one more time a little over there...

Here is to Robert, the real Robert, from his daughter, miss you and wish you could see me now.  Thank you for the lessons and teaching me the love of fishing.   My dad and I at Taylor and his, now my, Sage rod.  Fond memories.   Happy birthday Dad.

Warm waters......

This last weekend was so very warm and I so wanted to fish, but I had little gasoline I had to open my mind and think of a way to blend both driving close and fishing....

And I am a big fan of Trout Bum, with John writing about catching Bluegill on April 15th, that is his day he fishes for day.

I tried last year.   We went to gravel ponds, I saw not one bluegill.  All the good spots were taken and it was a big pond, and lots of wind.   Was not a day I smiled at...

However driving home from grocery shopping on Saturday I passed ponds I have eyed for 45 years, right on Washington Street, at an old farm, that I used to think would have held some very large bass, it just had that look.   Driving by I see a name, Lambertson Lakes....  lakes, well to me they are still ponds.  Now owned by Open Space by the county, and open for fishing with a license.

I tell my husband on Sunday I am going to go to these little ponds and look for Bluegill, want to come?  We look it up on the web, it says 90% Bluegill, 2% Small mouth Bass.    I am smiling now.   Just maybe this early warm weather will make them think it is April 15th....after all Mother Nature operates by her own calendar.

I rig up what I think may work, as I am using my fly rod.   That is my whole quest, Bluegill on fly rod.  No worms or smelly stuff, but bugs that look yummy to a little fish.

Now you have to understand my thoughts, my friends at Bass Pro say their children, small children, catch Bluegill often.  Really?  And me, I have missed them all, but I have gone to bigger ponds, and also I have never spotted them.

We go to Lamberston Ponds and there are lots of fish splashing around.   But I spot no gills.   Then I start walking, and walking and walking.   Finally under branches lightly touching the water I see these tiny fish, next to three nice bass.   They are in a difficult spot.  But I start to fish around there, hope for a little drift.

Then I feel a tug, not a fight, but weight.   I bring up the line and there he is, my first Bluegill!   So pretty, fat heavy little guy, but a nice sized gill.

And three little children were watching me, which I get so very uncomfortable with, they may watch me trip, as I was on a slope that was iffy to say the least.   They said "what is she doing", and mommy said "Fishing"....and then I caught one.  I say "want to come see him?  He is so pretty!"  So they watched while I removed my green bug, and then we admired him, and we named him Willy, and we set him free, and we yelled "free Willy!"  Jump! 

The rest of the hour was Bluegill time.  

Eight minutes from home, in a neighborhood pond, I had a great day.  I am so surprised.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Let's fast forward backward

Just for a blogger friend, my youngest daughter and our wonderful guide Frank, on Glacier Creek, in a canyon that we had to bushwhack into, and the two of them catching fish...what a day and cannot wait for summer again...

But this day last summer, this view, is in my mind forever.   Her smile, priceless.  His hand on hers, his arm guiding hers, priceless.   Little brookies chasing her dry flies, priceless...

Spring fever is over.....another winter has passed, thank goodness

The deep freeze of my thoughts are thawing this last two weeks.   With the warmer temps, the longer days, the ice in the recesses of my mind is melting.   I have done more winter fishing this year than ever in the past.  That in itself is amazing for me, as it is difficult to find open stream water in the high country, and water that is not too icy to approach.   Near the dam area on the Thompson, only water I could find not iced up, I was able to land a nice 14" brown on the Big T in early March, on a tiny zebra.   Felt like I was bringing in a head of cabbage, nice boy he pretty.  But it comes with a cost in March, winds.  Wind knots, not the kind from casting, oh no, ones from following up re-rigging...dang anyway.  Getting casting down with winds is a trick, not for the weary at heart.  This entire winter has been a lesson chart.

But yesterday, in the lower Big T, near Drake, the water was clear as tap water, full of fish, and some little bugs were starting to flitter around, maybe BWO's I am not sure.  I matched them up and sure enough fish on.   Rewarding.

Looking down at my boots yesterday while cleaning off my flies I see this beautiful rainbow slowly gliding between by boots, just sitting there.   Eating a bit...of something I sure I raised up earlier.  But it was only 6 inches of water....funny fish.  They know that boots mean fish.  They must see a lot of them.

I had a dry and a midge set up, and the dry took the fish.  And the fish it took really checked it out, and not far from me.   Fly stayed right in front of fish, yay, that was great for me, didn't float down with current.  Then he backed up, textbook fish, moved up, moved up more and then snapped the fly.  Fun to watch it so close up.  Made me laugh out loud.  The fish in that stream can be tricky at times.   I had on 7x though, maybe that helped.

We saw a very large fish, maybe 22" in this area, low in the water between two rocks.  Moulted look to him, not sure why some get that way.   Like camouflage.   Wondered about him.

My fish that hooked up right in front of me will never get that big being so silly...but maybe he knew the game, I catch you, you help, I free you and then give you a "free Willy" goodbye....all in fun and never will I hurt favorite game.

My first time with 26 hooks, no wonder I get happy to catch fish, just finding the eyes of those hooks is not fun on the tiny.   And then someone tells me a 28 is working...ok then, something new to practice.

Springtime in the Rockies!  

Monday, February 6, 2012

what to do on a snowy birthday...

My birthday was Friday.   Just like any birthday, but it snowed, and snowed and snowed.  I had taken the day off to go shoot photos, and maybe get something interesting.   Well, I did not leave the much for a good plan. 

But I did get into my Photoshop guts and worked on some filters.  So the day was not lost.  I took some shots and made them in a form for a calander that I am working on.  Little project just for fun.  I am such a rookie, but one has to step out there sometimes and be bold.

Here are a few I liked, just the basis for making a project.

So I guess it was not a bad day after all!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Time slips away so fast....

To me I am impressed by those of you who can blog often.  My goodness it is a commitment.  The last time I was on this page it was before Christmas.   The time has been taken up by so many things since then.  My mother-in-law caught pneumonia and husband had to go to Texas, year-end started at work with no PTO for January allowed, New Years with hubby for three days, one weekend day of fishing the Big T, taking my Mom out of her senior home (akin to get out of jail free card for her).... and then the normal daily chores and tasks.    And then football with the Broncos.   I have not sat through a game in years...way too long for me to watch TV, but I did for these guys, I love surprises.   

So I wish I could have written down a few of my thoughts on this world we live in since then.

The short version, yes I was good girl and I have new flyrod!  RL Winston...which I was able to break-in a few weekends ago, the day after New Years.  We could only fish about an hour and a half on the Big T, but that was ok.   I put on what was suggested for a midge, then nothing.  So I had these tiny Zebra's in my bag of tricks, and buy of the week during last summer, and pushed by the Bass Pro friend I know at their shop, and doggone if that little Zebra worked like a gem, hooked into a 14" brown.   Funny as I felt an odd "caught on a rock" feel, then it released.   I thought "hmm...try that spot again" and the second hold on the line felt like I hooked up with a cabbage, ha ha, that is the only way to describe it.  Was not a quick jerk, was more like a slow pull.  I am still learning how fish take flies at different times of the year.  I have never fished in January, I hear fish are a little slower.   Do you find that true?  When a rainbow hits, I know it!  And often it is the reel stripping out or a fish sailing out of the water....maybe not with a winter Brown?

Another thought that I wanted to share was my discovery of why I am not able to find orange roughy in very many places these shopping days.   So I Googled why that may be, and was amazed to see this fish is being over fished by the industry to the point of being placed on a fish watch, where the availability is taken out of the market.   I love this fish, delicate and white, flaky.   But when I found what they look like I was just smiling, what a funny fish, orange as a sunset.  A bit unattractive.  They were once name Slimeheads, as they are that family.   The name was changed to Orange Roughy.   I wonder why?  Smile.   Maybe if they go back to Slimehead no one will buy them.   On my review of this fish, they say that the orange roughy in your freezer is most likely older than your grandmother!   They easily were catching fish over 100 years old.   Now I know that large cod can get to be 50 years old, and big ones are not around any more, but the oldest roughy caught was aged at 149 years and a hundred pounds.   At that age and size, they cannot reproduce any longer at a proper rate to compete with the fishing industry catch.  So, conclusion, no more Orange Roughy for me.   I as for Cod, I so respect that piece of fish when I get the good ones at places like the Yorkshire in Thornton.  Small little fish diner, and you would never guess that the fish would be so wonderful in such a tiny little place, but it is.   My bottom line point here is fish is going to be a big diminishing  commodity in the world going into the future, the whole idea of a plate of fish is going to change.   They are disappearing.  Literally.  Some countries rely solely on fish that we call a lesser quality.   Funny, I am seeing Talapia everywhere and not long ago that was not a fish you could find.   Easy to catch, plentiful, and cheap.   Small and reproduce fast.   Sorry for us though, little skinny on the plate.  Fancy restaurants serving Talapia?  Wow was my thought.    What would the world do without fish watch?    Read the book "Cod" sometime.  Very interesting.

And we lost a friend last weekend, passed away.   That takes ones breath away.   I always assume everyday the world won't change much.  But it did.  He was well liked, someone I could talk about those "forbidden" subjects, politics and religion, and he never made me feel defensive, but made me think out of the box.   The world is less of a great place without him. 

And last, New Year's resolutions.   Sure I make some, why not.   One was to get back to the gym as I have been out for a bit of time.  Have a little heart issue, fast beating that is not good when it goes on, has a fancy name but I cannot spell it at the moment.   The last time I went to the gym it happened there, and sent me to the ER.  That was a year ago.  Since then my heart Dr said "get back to the gym, you are ok for that" finally I did.   Did great.  Getting over that phobia.   I was so happy.   No, I did not push it much, just did it, and well.  Never thought at my young age I would have a heart doctor, jeez.

Also I have a new photography class coming up, excited about that, and I have been working on  my photos in PhotoShop, which I am proud of as CS5 is such a powerful program.  Sold a photo, amazing for me that it was sought after by a friend who saw it on my Facebook page.  I got a big old dead tree trunk out of this shot, whoo hoo, I was very happy, it was what you saw when shot was to the printer this week!

So I have been a busy girl.  

These were the winter flies to use for the Big T, have you ever used them before, any thoughts?

I have found a few quiet moments this morning to finally blog, so I am keeping up with the task.  For you who do this often, I love your blogs that I take the time to read, each of you has your own style, and I like the variety. 

Here is to a Happy New Year, lots of fishing (we need some snow or we are going to be pressed to find good water!), good health, success when needed, relax time when desired, and to America as we need a shot of something good to get us back up and going again....  this hope and change thing has me wondering where it is...(my one little glimmer of politics here).

One of my days in RMNP in the fall, this shot keeps me going....

Going fishing today, you all have a great week...