Wednesday, September 9, 2009
From our camp in the Pike National Forest, it was a ten mile hike to the lake and back. We came to spend a couple of nights developing our mussels which we did rightly. Two pots: one for each arm. We thank our friend Terry for having the strength, after sweating all week in her kitchen to supply such an ample mussel pack.
The lake at 11,500 feet, sports an enthusiastic community of small brained Brook trout.
Posted by A wandering vein at 6:46 PM