Roaring Fork Meadows

I had to make an early exit to my fishing trip. I have a foot injury that I have to watch. I was able to hike a good six miles, the scenery was incredible, I cooked the perfect sirloin steak on a slab of granite in the middle of the fire. It was some nice R&R. Most of all I had time to think. Actually my favorite time to hike is in the middle of the night. I can see how most people are spooked by being in the forest at night, but for me it was really peaceful. For some reason when I walk late at night I get a lot of thinking done.

Roaring Fork. Mountain streams have the clearest water.

After hiking a few miles through a thicket of lodgepoles, I always get excited as I approach a clearing.

Cocoa. He wanted to jump in the lake, but decided that from 10 feet, it was a little too high.

This photo is for my Mother-in-law. She always teases me when I don't catch anything...which is often. Take that Barb.

The next day I went to the Sweetwater River. No luck. Some places you have to fly fish...at Sweetwater the fish were jumping like crazy....some sort of green caddis. They were not interested in my lures.

I was actually hoping to catch some bigger fish to photograph and study for making graphics. The fish were just too small. For some reason they don't grow that much at high altitudes.