Memories to Brighten a Gray Winter's Day...

[pigburner]

I made this post on the Washington Fly Fishing board, but since it was about a nice little Boulder Mountain stream, I thought I'd post it here also...

My desktop background is set to rotate through all the pictures on my computer. The picture below showed up on my screen this evening, immediately bringing back memories from a few years ago of a summer-time trip to Utah with my three daughters, exploring red rock and small mountain streams. I remember the warm August sun, a gentle breeze, the dry grass in the open meadow changing to lush green as we approached the creek. I remember my oldest daughter screaming at me and almost crying when she first stepped in to wet-wade this ice-cold stream. I remember her smile as she later held up a nice eight-inch brook trout to show me from the hole above where she was fishing on her own. I remember long casts in a quieter stretch downstream where dropping an elk hair caddis into openings in the submerged weeds was instantly rewarded with a take. I remember the deep hole against the cut bank right behind me in this picture where I had just caught a half dozen pretty rainbows and brook trout before turning downstream to take a picture so I could remember the almost perfect beauty of this stream. An hour or two break in that day's travels will always be with me, captured in a photo and ready to brighten a gray winter's day.

[LOAH]

Thanks for sharing that. I enjoyed reading it.

There's something so soothing about a small stream on a hot summer day.

Especially when it's winter time and you're just day dreaming.