Camping, Fishing, Boating Oh My!
Well, I'm falling behind, so this will be relatively brief.
Two weekends ago, Sarah and I took off for the Northfork of the Clearwater for some flyfishing and camping! We were going to try the upper river above Black Canyon since we only had one night, but there were no camping spots! Long story short, we ended up driving five hours instead of the planned three just to find a campsite. Luckily, people don't like walking their stuff even 30 yards...so we found a dispersed site at Cub Creek that we made work.
But, since the late hour...we set up camp and did a little fishing. Pretty quick it was time for dinner and bed. The next day we had breakfast and fished until 1300, then made the five hour drive home. Lotsa driving for one night, but it was nice to at least get out.
This weekend was "Art on the Green" which translates into: "Shut down downtown for three days, get a bunch of vendors, attract people from around the area, and pack into a confined space."
THAT translates into: "Tommy will either be on the water or in the woods for three days."
I spent my time between fishing LATE...coming off the lake around 2130....and fishing EARLY...starting at 0630. On Friday I began in the woods picking huckleberries, then came back and loaded up the canoe and went fishing....as well as to drop my crawdad trap. Saturday morning, I did that in reverse...started by fishing uber-early and then dropping off the canoe and going into the woods for huckleberries. Sunday was a lazy morning followed by a swim with Sarah and Lucca until it got crowded, then back into the woods for berries.
Boy, I got into a patch of them yesterday that were as big as blueberries! I filled my bucket and then had to put blinders on to leave the area at a decent time (they were everywhere!) On the way out I had to step over two trees. So, like a true idiot...I jumped on the first, jumped on the second, then planned my hop down to terra firma. As I was moving forward and downhill, my pants grabbed onto a stick which threw off my balance sending me reeling toward the ground at an increased velocity. But when one has a gallon of HUGE huckleberries, rationale thoughts go out the window; the main concern is saving the berries of course. So, I planted my right foot and pivoted, holding the bucket in my left hand out in front of me, and collecting the full impact of the fall on my right side ribs and stomach. And I only spilled about 30 berries that I tried desperately to pick up. I guess that one's for you, berryboy.
Two weekends ago, Sarah and I took off for the Northfork of the Clearwater for some flyfishing and camping! We were going to try the upper river above Black Canyon since we only had one night, but there were no camping spots! Long story short, we ended up driving five hours instead of the planned three just to find a campsite. Luckily, people don't like walking their stuff even 30 yards...so we found a dispersed site at Cub Creek that we made work.
But, since the late hour...we set up camp and did a little fishing. Pretty quick it was time for dinner and bed. The next day we had breakfast and fished until 1300, then made the five hour drive home. Lotsa driving for one night, but it was nice to at least get out.
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| Sarah headed to the next hole |
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| The road was a little dusty |
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| We've got a lab that will point fish! |
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| I could live down there...oh wait, I USED to! |
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| Lucca would seriously watch your fly |
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| She liked to see them bite! |
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| The view of our backyard |
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| Concerned pup |
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| View downriver |
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| Fish on |
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| Sarah's catch |
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| Lucca liked checking them out |
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| An incredibly healthy and delicious breakfast |
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| Posed much? Kinda to show the folks we LOVE that press! |
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| Nice little camp |
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| Pretty tight for the big tent though... |
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| We were camped RIGHT under an osprey nest. The kids were noisy when Mom came home |
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| Boy, that's a LONG walk!! |
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| Our little fungi arrangment beside the firepit |
THAT translates into: "Tommy will either be on the water or in the woods for three days."
I spent my time between fishing LATE...coming off the lake around 2130....and fishing EARLY...starting at 0630. On Friday I began in the woods picking huckleberries, then came back and loaded up the canoe and went fishing....as well as to drop my crawdad trap. Saturday morning, I did that in reverse...started by fishing uber-early and then dropping off the canoe and going into the woods for huckleberries. Sunday was a lazy morning followed by a swim with Sarah and Lucca until it got crowded, then back into the woods for berries.
Boy, I got into a patch of them yesterday that were as big as blueberries! I filled my bucket and then had to put blinders on to leave the area at a decent time (they were everywhere!) On the way out I had to step over two trees. So, like a true idiot...I jumped on the first, jumped on the second, then planned my hop down to terra firma. As I was moving forward and downhill, my pants grabbed onto a stick which threw off my balance sending me reeling toward the ground at an increased velocity. But when one has a gallon of HUGE huckleberries, rationale thoughts go out the window; the main concern is saving the berries of course. So, I planted my right foot and pivoted, holding the bucket in my left hand out in front of me, and collecting the full impact of the fall on my right side ribs and stomach. And I only spilled about 30 berries that I tried desperately to pick up. I guess that one's for you, berryboy.
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| Friday night paddle, looking back the way I had come (just around the corner a ways) |
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| Centennial bridge in the sunset |
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| And...the sunset |
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| And I finally caught some crawdads! These things are huge in that lake! Now that I FINALLY figured it out, I just need some more traps. |
posted by geotracker12 at 12:11 PM
2 Comments:
Jeez, Tom. Those aren't big crawdads, they're small lobsters!
(The fungi is is Indian Pipe)
Crawdads, cutthroat and huckleberrys!
Awesome!
Z
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