Sunday, Ionah and I hiked to the Crater Lakes area up by Rollins Pass. I brought my fly rod but at 11,ooo feet it was too windy for trout. We lay in the lee of a rock and consoled ourselves with cold grilled chicken, Spanish cheese, dried sausage and a half bottle of Beaujolais. We watched as dark clouds gathered. There is something rewarding about finally reaching your lake.
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