July 07, 2007
Shell Lake, Wyoming
OK, we took the avalanche to Wyoming instead of the Jeep so this does not go under "jeeping".
Outside of Greybull, Wyoming, you can head into the Big Horn Mountains via Shell Creek Canyon. Right as the creek leaves the roadside and the road curves at the top of the canyon, there is a road to the right side that winds out and around 10 or so miles up to Shell Lake.
Jake and Jackson spent two days decimating the brook trout population with worms. We took out our limit both days and that does not count those 30-40 that we lost back into the lake for various reasons, i.e. came off the hook, flopped away while taking them off the hook, etc. After fishing the lake for about 4 hours today, we were preparing to leave and decided to fish the creek below the spillway for about 15 minutes. Just my dad fishing and us exploring. One cast, one fish. Two and two. And so on. In a matter of 20 minutes, he caught another 20 fish. It was insane.
But then our fun ended. It became Friday PM and the entire world had the same idea we did--to beat the heat and head to the mountains. We passed truck after truck of campers headed to where we had just been.
It is interesting to head up on the Big Horns. I spent most of my childhood up here until I moved to Arizona in high school. I still remember most of the places I went as a 10-12 year old. And now Jake and Jackson are that age.
My grandparents had their ashes spread right by where we camped after they died 10 years ago. My uncle Lynn had his spread at the other end of the mountains near our old cabins. Lynnie died two weeks before Jake was born. He was a mountain man deluxe. Beard. Dirty hair and clothes. And camped constantly. He had no use for the city or most of the comforts of life. Just the mountains. He would camp just about anywhere. But these mountains were his and my grandparents' home.
So we have close to 100 brookies, a filthy Avalanche, some horrible sunburns, about a million mesquito bites, probably malaria and West Nile Virus, and some new memories. Plus a ton of pictures that are forthcoming when I get time to upload them. Jake isn't much of a fisherman and I am about worthless so my dad got to teach his baby boy (who is 32) how to fish again. Well, not quite that bad, but fishing has never been my thing. I spent about three hours doing it with Jake and Jarrett though and most of that was trying to get knots out of Jake's line and trying to keep him from making a mess of things. Not a bad way to spend some time with the kids that doesn't involve skiing.
Posted by Justin at July 7, 2007 01:00 AM
Glad your having fun. I have to admit that I am jealous. Its 115 on a cool day down here.
Catch and eat a rainbow for me!
Posted by: Jake at July 7, 2007 04:59 PM