Friday, August 31, 2012

Backpack Fly Fishing Colorado in a High Altitude Nutshell. Part II

This is part 2 of a multipart series documenting my trip to Colorado this summer. Part 1 is here.

I awoke in the predawn to hear an odd scrapping sound outside my tent. The bunnies... I put on my headlamp and unzipped the the rainfly to see its eyes reflecting back at me from under the picnic table. It was dragging around a bit of foil I had used to cook the trout in. I couldn't have this thing dragging my garbage into the woods so I staggered out of the tent and shoed it away. It dropped the foil which I then deposited into the trunk of my car.
The little fuzzy punk with my foil

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Backpack Fly Fishing Colorado in a High Altitude Nutshell. Part I

This will be the first in a series of posts that document my trip to Colorado this summer. It's a lot of stuff so I'm doing it in parts.

This would be my third trip to the beautiful giant playground of a state we call Colorado. My second time driving as opposed to flying and my first time going by myself. Destination: Flat Tops Wilderness Area to backpack and fly fish. It made me somewhat nervous to be driving a 1997 Taurus with 120k miles on the odometer, but it would ultimately prove reliable. Thank you Taurus!

It makes me giddy to punch a location into my GPS that reads 1200 miles and 16 hours to my final destination. I laughed at myself when I said out loud "I'm driving to Colorado", while rounding the corners on highway 60 through the south western part of Wisconsin. Using Gas Buddy's website, I plotted a few stops along the way, saving some money on fuel.

Driving through Iowa and Nebraska on I-80 is a soul draining experience. Flat nothingness surrounds you interrupted by the occasional wind farm.

Many miles of blah ahead