Driving up the mountain past Cedar City, a college town, we were amazed how many vehicles were making their way up the mountain. Were these people going to the same destination as us? After all this was a long weekend. Were these just college kids going to get drunk? Anxiety began to set in until we finally reached our turnoff and everyone continued straight. Looked like clear sailing from there.
Cedar filled the air as we opened the window driving up the mountain. In no time we were above 9000 feet. By this time it was past 9 and dark. We had a late start in the morning and arrived at our destination near mammoth creek late. Too late to fish as we planned.
At the campsite it was packed but we found a spot. The only spot left. Tired and in no mood to take all the gear out of the truck to get to the camp kitchen I made simple dinner langostino quesadilla with fresh salsa. Went to bed about midnight after that.
Woke up in the morning still in no mood to dig out the mobile camp kitchen that was buried deep within the truck bed, so for breakfast we ate instant ramen that my fishing partner brought. I rigged up my small rod and threw a few casts near camp. Too cold to get a fish to rise as it was still too early. Our intention was to fish the first night for an hour or so to get our Bonneville but since we didn't make it to the water until nightfall we had a decision to make, skip the Bonneville and move on or stay here a while and fish.
It was time to start the journey into big trout country.
To Be Continued...Next Wyoming and the Grand Tetons.