Man's Best Friend (The Dog or the Fishing Pole?)

Man's Best Friend (The Dog or the Fishing Pole?)
The perfect way to spend a day, fishing the South Platte with my loyal friend Tailer. We both feel like we are a part of nature for a while.

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This blog is both an attempt to journal all of our fishing, hiking, and camping adventures as well as a way of sharing them with people who we know or people who might be interested in the same type of trip. We are just amateur outdoorsmen and fly fishermen but we love to be in the mountains and need a better way of keeping track of the small details of our trips in order to learn from past experiences and mistakes. We appreciate that you have come this far and are looking at the home page. If you are still interested, please have a look around!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

A Short Trip To Estes Park


A Short Trip To Estes Park
I had not been to Estes Park in about 14 years and Tonya made plans to go with her parents for a few days.  I thought about not going because I had to be back in town for work but it was just too hard to resist.  I spent about 24 hours in Estes and  I would love to go back when I can stay longer.  I forgot how pretty it is.  This quick trip proved to be Tailer's final camping trip so I am very glad that I decided to take him and Melody up for the night.  Ryver won candy bar bingo as he usually does when we go to Jellystone campground and he got to see some elk which he has liked since he was just about 1 and a half.

This kid made out like a bandit!




Rocky Mountain National Park












































Ryver had fun making faces at himself.
















Tailer's last camping picture.  













The Stanley Hotel.  Red Rum Red Rum










  
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Hitting the Crags With The Old High School Crew

The Old High School Crew Hitting the Hills


The majority of my old high school buddies and I planned to go to the Crags for a weekend trip.  The trip was marked with hiking, rain, and good times.  4 mile creek supplied a few Brooke trout on an Elk Hair Caddis.
Doug's wife Katie climbed to over 10,800 feet which was by far, the highest elevation she has ever been to!  I forgot my flashlight and had to use my camera to get to my car in the rain.  The car is where I slept.  Thank God I had a camera with a flash and good batteries to get me across the creek.


This is what I saw as I turned in Divide and made my way to the area.  I should have known it would be wet.  


Katie and Doug on the hike up the Crags.




The highest elevation that Katie has ever been to.  10,881 feet above sea level.






















Pulitzer Prize winning material according to Doug.






Doug looks pretty proud of his fire here.


Chris's camper.




Chris locating some firewood.  




Double fisting the hot dogs.


Mountain Man Billy!


It rained hard and we all huddled under a very small and ineffective tarp.
   
Doug gets a little mean if he doesn't get his breakfast.













Hammock Rock.  (Sounds like an oxymoron doesn't it) 








The bridge keeper.
 
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