Gannett Peak

Gannett Peak, Wyoming

Gannett Peak, Wyoming

Early August 2000: My back-country partner and cousin, Jason Sellers, had officially opted out for this years Winds trip. I had been planning a trip to the base of Dinwoody Glacier for months to climb Gannett Peak, the highest point in Wyoming. I decided to go anyway and do a little reconnaissance on the route. I had no intention of climbing it alone. I decided to head up the Glacier Trail outside of Dubois and hike over the crest of the divide into Titcomb Basin and exit Elkhart Park outside of Pinedale (my parents offered to shuttle my car around). It would be a whirlwind 4 day hike through the northern Winds. I would Haul a 55 pound pack up and over Dinwoody Pass during an August sleet and snow storm (a storm in which I would frostbite 3 fingers)  and see one of the most beautiful sites in the Winds as the clouds lifted from the high peaks surrounding Titcomb Basin (Gannett would be enshrouded in clouds this whole day). Little did I know at the time, it would be 16 years later before I would venture up the Glacier Trail again.

Mid July 2016: Jason and I decided to make Gannett a reality in 2016. We had been for years searching out the most remote corners of the Winds in the “off seasons” (many trail-less miles over the years)  in hopes of finding untapped scenery and fisheries. We found many drainages holding large cutthroats and even larger golden trout. Many of the best fisheries (and scenery) were many trail-less miles far from any trailhead. Some of the most beautiful sunrises we awoke to were on the Wind River Indian Reservation Roadless Area, a vast area on the eastern side of the Wind Rivers with some of the best cutthroat action we have had in the Winds (a couple spectacular golden lakes are on the WRIR also, but we have found much better golden lakes on public land). We have almost always made the pilgrimage to the WRIR from the “Bridger” side of the Winds.

Gannett was going to be a unique trip for us this year. We both decided to step away from remote parts of the Winds and join the masses attempting Gannett Peak. We would pack away the rods (even though we did bring fishing equipment and spent an enjoyable afternoon chasing some spunky brookies and cutts) and head up the Glacier Trail for our attempt. We chose the Glacier Trail, even though at 25 miles from the trailhead to the base of Dinwoody Glacier (you still have about 3 miles to the top of Gannett Peak from here) is a bit longer than the approximate 18 miles to a base camp at the base of Dinwoody Pass in Titcomb Basin, because it would allow us a much easier and shorter ascent day. The Elkhart Park route via Titcomb Basin, you have to climb up the 13,000ft Dinwoody Pass (also known as Bonney Pass), then lose most of that elevation down onto Dinwoody Glacier, cross Dinwoody Glacier (not heavily crevassed but caution is advised, and depending on conditions can be steep snow or slick scree on the Titcomb side (snow much preferred)) then ascend Gooseneck Glacier then Gannett proper. This would have to be done in reverse obviously going back. This can easily be a 12+ hour day of mixed snow and rock. The Glacier trail approach is a much easier summit day as you can set up a base camp near Dinwoody Glacier and have a straightforward summit attempt from the base of the mountain.

Day 1: I left early from Denver to drive up to Casper and have breakfast with my parents. Jason was wrapping up his brothers wedding in Buffalo, at the base of the Bighorns, and was due to be back in Casper around noon. We headed out of Casper after stopping at the Mills Taco Johns (it’s a Wyoming thing) for our pre-hike meal around 1 PM. We were headed to Dubois.

Glacier Trail Trailhead

Glacier Trail Trailhead

We hit the Glacier trail early evening and hiked until it was fully dark (about 6 miles). We had a full moon though that allowed us to stumble to the creek and filter some water for dinner and the morning. We had busted out the switchbacks headed toward Arrow Pass and were in view of the pass from our camp. Tomorrow we would head down into the Dinwoody Creek drainage, running high and fast with its large amount of glacial silt.

Day 2: We awaken to a view to the north that is spectacular. We witnessed a beautiful sunrise on the Absaroka’s  across the valley from us. We soon packed up and headed over Arrow Pass and down into the Dinwoody drainage.    From here we would have the long slog up to the terminal moraine of Dinwoody Glacier. We were already pleasantly surprised that we had not met anybody on the trail yet. The trail up the Dinwoody drainage is a beautiful path with massive Dinwoody Creek (creek? depending on glacier melt,  this “creek” can be a raging torrent of ice-cold aquamarine water that would deter anybody from crossing) that slowly works its way upstream. The high peaks are hidden for miles, but the traveling is easy.

The flat expanse of Arrow Pass

The flat expanse of Arrow Pass

Traveling the Dinwoody Creek drainage, we approached Downs Fork Creek, a creek draining the Downs Fork Glacier. This is the only real bridge on the Glacier trail and it has taken a hit over the years. It has been severely damaged (although just by looking at it, looks ok) from flooding waters from above over the years. We actually talked with forest personnel at the bridge as they did a survey on possible repairs or re-routing the trail a mile up Downs Fork Creek for another bridge for a safe dry crossing. This would add another 2 miles to the Glacier Trail. Our opinion was to re-route the trail, if you wanted a dry crossing. You could use the “old” trail if you wanted to save the miles and wet wade through it (even though this is a substantial “creek” with slippery glacial silt). As it was, the creek was flooding the banks anyway and we had a significant portion of wet wading even with the bridge there.

Glacial melt of the Downs Fork

Glacial melt of the Downs Fork


We hiked around 11 miles to Big Meadows and decided to camp for the evening. We found a high use campsite above Dinwoody Creek that had some tree coverage. We filtered our water out of a seep pond to try and not plug up our filters with glacial silt from the main creek and relaxed for the evening. Towards dusk we heard the sound of horses coming from upriver (a few of them had loud cowbells attached to them….assuming so they would be easier to locate in the morning and as a bear deterrent…….this part of the Winds is now established grizzly habitat) heading towards our camp. It seems that there was a large outfitter camp a couple of miles upriver and the horses being familiar with the country, traveled in a circle from their camp down through this meadow….all night long. The clanging of their bells and the wallow pit they would roll in just a few yards from our tent kept us up most of the night.

Day 3: We awoke to a beautiful morning. The past couple of days, the weather had been hot and dry during the day and today looked to be no different. We packed up and planned on hitting our base camp at the terminal moraine of Dinwoody Glacier later that day. We hiked out of Big Meadows and decided to filter some water out of Dinwoody Creek. I immediately proceeded to break the handle on my pump (it had not been working too well up to this point anyway, even after extensive cleaning) and once I fixed that, proceeded to blow out all the seals (due to the glacial silt) rendering it useless. This left us with one operating pump for rest of the trip, even though it had slowed quit a bit and did not know how long it would last (this pump did not have a filter that you could perform any field maintenance on).

Dinwoody Creek

Dinwoody Creek

We eventually made our way with the intersection of the Ink Wells Trail, about 18 miles from the trailhead. We saw the big outfitters camp, near this junction. Around mile 19, rounding a corner opening up before Floyd Wilson Meadows, we saw Gannett Peak for the first time this trip. This is the classic vantage point of Wyoming’s highest peak that is flanked by five of the largest glaciers in the Rocky Mountains. There is not a more true alpine peak in the lower 48. We stopped frequently to snap some photos and gradually headed upstream. We would eventually have to cross Gannett Creek. This proved to be the crux of my 2000 solo hike. This is a high gradient torrent draining Gannett Glacier. In 2000 I was able to cross on logs and once on the other side, pull my backpack across with some parachute cord. This time the crossing proved much easier as we headed upstream, where the “creek” was more braided and managed to cross fairly easily.

Finally our first glimpse of Gannett Peak

Finally our first glimpse of Gannett Peak

From Gannett Creek, you start climbing towards the divide. We started to see a few camps and people at this point. We stopped and talked with a NOLS group (you can spot a NOLS disciple by the hiking shorts and gators) that were setting up camp at the terminal moraine and heading over Blaurock Pass the next day.

We finally picked out a decent spot to camp and filtered some water and ate. Our plan was to turn in early tonight and get up around 4am to get a jump on the mountain. With the warm temperatures we were having, we wanted to get up and down off the summit ridge snow-line and Gooseneck Glacier prior to the snow getting too soft.

Our first view of our route up Gooseneck Glacier

Our first view of our route up Gooseneck Glacier

Day 4: We awoke around 4am and drank some hot fluids and some breakfast bars and made sure we had all our equipment. We packed our helmets, crampons, mountaineering axes, cameras and other essentials and headed out under headlamp to tackle the boulder field. We saw a couple headlamps in the distance on Dinwoody Glacier (they must have been coming from Titcomb Basin) as we pulled out.  They must have left their camp at 2am or 3am to get where they were now.

The boulder field was interesting under headlamp but we were able to pick our way through it fairly quickly. As we approached the base of Gannett Peak, the sun was starting to rise in the east. We started to ascend the mountain now alongside a small stream coming down from Gooseneck Glacier. We found a cliff band with some seams in it that we took up to the bottom of the glacier. We had spotted another group (3 people) coming from the Glacier Trail side only about 30 minutes behind us. They would skirt this cliff band and hit the east side of Gooseneck Glacier, staying all on snow, versus our mixed rock and snow route. The two headlamps we saw coming over the divide earlier that morning were working their way above Gooseneck Pinnacle now.

On the Pinnacle Ridge looking up to the summit ridge

On the Pinnacle Ridge looking up to the summit ridge

We put on our crampons now and headed up the mild slope towards the pinnacle.  We had a fairly steep gully to push up and hit a ridge, where we took the crampons off and traveled on the rocks until hitting the glacier again. Once we got onto the Glacier a second time, we cruised over to the make or break point of the summit attempt, the Bergschrund. This is the point where Gooseneck Glacier pulls away from the mountain as it travels downward and creates a vast crevasse. A snow bridge exists most years until late July or even into early August, but once it is gone, the complexity of the route changes dramatically. We banked on the snow bridge being intact for our attempt as we did not come prepared with equipment needed for a collapsed snowbridge.

We surveyed the snow bridge (it was actually like two snowbridges as you had to make a “Z” over the crevasse) and deemed it safe. It was calving in pretty fast and with the weather looked to be only a week, maybe two from falling in. Once across the bergschrund, the slope steepened significantly. It was about a 50 degree angle on snow and a fall could land you at the bottom of the opened bergschrund if you did not slide over the bridge (this is one spot on the mountain that many people rope up). If you did slide over the bergschrund unscathed, there was a nice run out to stop you though. At this point we were approximately 13,000ft above sea level.

We worked our way up the gully beside Gooseneck Pinnacle and hit the rock again. We once again took off our crampons and proceeded to make our way towards the ridge line. We had one gully to cross before climbing and popping out on the ridge that would lead us to the next snowfield and finally the summit. This gully had a snow chute that we decided to cross in boots, as it was short and had good hand holds on rocks. A slip though was a steep 100 yard drop then an even steeper drop over a 500 foot cliff to Gooseneck Glacier below. once on top, we could look over the other side and see the upper portions of Dinwoody Glacier below us. It was a beautiful site.

We continued up this ridge and eventually hit the summit ridge snow crown. This is a fairly steep and exposed section with a 1000+ foot cliff at the bottom. We started up this section and we met the two climbers ahead of us coming down (we were about 30 minutes from the summit from here). We found out that one of the climbers, this was his third and only successful attempt on Gannett. He had been turned back once by the bergschrund and another time by personnel conflicts.  He was being guided by a man out of Jackson, and they were roped up, moving cautiously down. They still had a big day ahead of them as they still had to climb back over Dinwoody Glacier and Dinwoody Pass back down into Titcomb Basin. Jason and I were glad we had taken the slightly longer hike in to do an easier summit day.

Gannett Peak Summit ridge

Gannett Peak Summit ridge

We pushed on and finally made the summit ridge line. Once on the ridge line, it was straightforward to the summit. It was mainly on snow with some rocks mixed in, but you could leave you crampons on until the final summit block. We were careful with our footing as a slip could be disastrous. A fall could be hard to self arrest and if you failed to do so, you had a 1000+ foot cliff at the bottom where you would land on top of Gooseneck Glacier. We clung as high on the ridge as possible, but not too high as the other side was a 3000+ foot drop to Mammoth Glacier below. We could see the Grand Teton in the distance (about 70 air miles from Gannett) and a haze caused by a big fire in the Gros Ventre on the Hoback River. Some of the “open” crossings where you could get a good glimpse of the other side and the exposure were a little gnarly as the wind would whip through them, keeping your balance was important.

We finally hit the summit block and took off our crampons and scrambled up the last 50 yards or so to the top. We were the second group to summit this day and had the summit to ourselves. The weather was perfect, a little windy but not bad. We had a 360 degree view of Wyoming from its highest point and what a view it was. We proceeded to check things out and explore the summit and set up the tripod for some summit photos. We spent more time on the summit than planned and the party that was behind us reached the summit about an hour after we did (we spent a little over an hour on the summit). It was a husband and wife (both in their early 60’s) being guided by another guide from Jackson. They were state highpointers and they had done Denali and many other major mountains, but Gannett had eluded them the first time. Everybody that we met on the mountain this day, all had previous failed attempts on this mountain. Jason and I felt fortunate to get the perfect conditions to summit in our first attempt.

Summit of Gannett Peak, highest point in Wyoming at 13,804 ft

Summit of Gannett Peak, highest point in Wyoming at 13,804 ft

We decided we had stayed long enough (much longer than anticipated, especially after our “late” start) and headed down. The snow, even on the summit ridge, was getting a little mushy and footing not as good as it was coming up. Leaving the summit ridge,via snow, to the ridge that heads towards Gooseneck Pinnacle was fairly mushy and footing not good at all. The steepness of the slope here and exposure forced us to beeline as quickly to a cluster of rocks we did not use coming up (we later saw the group we met on the summit, they were being belayed by the guide down to this cluster of rocks. They did not trust the footing either). We followed this ridge down to the Goosneck Gully where snow conditions were even worse. My crampons were constantly balling up with snow and actually took a quick slide on the snow bridge down to Gooseneck Glacier where I easily self arrested. Once on the Glacier we had our mixture of snow and rock going down and a few mental lapses in route finding but easily made our way back to camp. It was a little before 3 PM when we arrived.

Grand Teton (second peak mountain in Wyoming) as seen from Gannett summit ridge

Grand Teton (second highest peak in Wyoming) as seen from Gannett summit ridge


Fremont Peak (third highest peak in Wyoming) as seen from Gannett

Fremont Peak (third highest peak in Wyoming) as seen from Gannett

Jason crushing it prior to getting on the Gooseneck Glacier

Jason crushing it prior to getting on the Gooseneck Glacier

Day 5: We awoke and decided to start our hike out. We had potential plans of heading over into Titcomb Basin or check our Blaurock Pass, but opted for a return (Jason was looking forward to spending time with his dad in the Riverton area) journey. We hung around and took photos all morning then packed up and headed to Honeymoon Lake.

Day 6: After fishing for some cutts in Honeymoon Lake the previous night we headed up the switchbacks towards the Dinwoody Lakes to fish a little and then move on to where we camped the first night, on the north side of Arrow Pass. We were in no hurry to go anywhere (even though Jason’s filter broke at Honeymoon Lake and we were boiling water at this point). Day 6 ended with a bang. After all the years of hiking and gnarly off-trail excursions with 50 lb packs, one of us sustained a backcountry injury. We had just left the trail and entered a gully to get over to our camp site. Jason mentioned there were some loose rocks (he was in the lead) so be careful. I proceeded to follow him with caution and before I knew it, I had slipped and stumbled forward (usually you lose your footing and fall back and land on your pack) and the weight of my pack pushed me forward (I was on a downward slope) and I slammed my face into a rock. I heard a nasty crunching sound as I made contact. I came up a little woozy (don’t know if it was from the adrenaline after falling in my system or hitting my head). Jason asked if I was alright and I said I’m going to be spitting out teeth and gonna need a dentist as I slowly rolled over. I spit and nothing. I gathered myself and examined my mouth and everything seemed intact, no loose teeth, no blood, just a nasty contusion on my cheek that stayed there for months. I was still a little woozy and a storm was coming. Jason noticed my wrist, which I did not at all, and asked if it was alright. I examined it and noticed it was a little puffy and sore. We decided to cover my pack and head the 1/4 mile down and set up camp before the rain and give me time to get that woozy feeling to calm down. I iced my wrist in camp (well, cold creek water in a titanium flask) and contemplated getting my pack.

In a short time I walked back to get my pack. I noticed at this time it was painful to lift things with my right wrist, still just thinking it was a sprain or something. I assumed it would hurt a lot more if it was truly broken.

Day 6: we packed up and headed the 6 miles to the trailhead. We would then drive to Jason’s dad’s house near Pavillion and drop him off, then it was off to Casper for dinner with my parents, then off to Denver later that night.

I still didn’t think my wrist was broken but by the urging of my wife I went to the urgent care to have it checked out. It was broken. I got a cool cast and was still able to fish the rest of the summer (shhhh, don’t tell my wife!) so wasn’t too bummed.

Gannett Peak with Gooseneck Glacier and Pinnacle

Gannett Peak with Gooseneck Glacier and Pinnacle

Gannett Peak is a great mountain to climb. In the best of conditions ( I would say Jason and I had almost perfect conditions), this is a fairly easy mountain to climb if you come prepared with the proper equipment (I would say crampons and ice ax a must in any condition. In anything but perfect conditions, a rope is necessary). Jason and I have slogged 50+ pound packs over off-trail passes in the Winds that were physically harder than climbing Gannett, but Gannett is not an easy peak. You should have basic knowledge of walking in crampons, use of ice ax, self arrest technique, and rope technique for anything other than perfect conditions. You should also be prepared for some decent exposure on the summit ridge. I can truly say Gannett Peak 2016 was a spectacular experience.

Gooseneck Glacier

Gooseneck Glacier

Upper Dinwoody Glacier

Upper Dinwoody Glacier


Fishing Books: My favorites

I love reading. My book collection consists of mainly non-fiction works centered around western  history and exploration ( mainly Wyoming history), a few adventure travelogues and the bulk of it, fishing books ( consisting of both “how to” and  fishing destination books). I am a sucker for any book in any of the above genres, and I would like to share  a few of my very favorites.

“What Trout Want” by Bob WyattThis book is a must have for any fisherman, be it fly fisherman or spin fisherman. It dives into some pseudo science (mainly observations) about how trout respond to certain stimuli and situations. It mimics my approach to fly fishing through my own observations and reinforces what I have gathered about trout. Basically, Mr. Wyatt says trout are dumb (even those trout supposedly “educated” on hard fished waters) and are just a bundle of hardwired nerves. They have a hardwired response to certain stimuli and cannot “think” in the sense that a human can think.

The main takeaway from this excellent book (a book that you have to re-read many times to get the most out of it) is that presentation is crucial in catching trout, not necessarily the correct fly. I have taken that approach for years in my own fishing. I feel that if you take any fly that has the general size and shape of the naturals, and make it act the way the naturals the trout are feeding on, you have a good chance of hooking a fish. I think, as does Mr. Wyatt, color plays a minor role in fly selection. You just have to have something that behaves similar to those naturals and provides some sort of trigger (movement) that shows that your fake is alive. let’s face it, if trout where “smart” how can they overlook the hook even on the most exact imitations? And take a look at those exact imitations.  I would say 99% of the exact imitations do not even look similar to the naturals.

This book also talks about generalist fly design and the different types of presentations and the “why” of catching or not catching trout through observation.

This  book is by far the best “how to” book in my collection. If you are not in the generalists camp, this book will give you something to think about (and maybe convert you).

“Fly Fishing Tailwaters” by Pat Dorsey

Here is another excellent book. It maybe should have been called Fly Fishing Western Tailwaters, but has information on fishing any and all kinds of water, not just your average tailwater. The reason this book excels is in the organization. It has info on hatches and how to fish them (and going back to “What Trout Want”, you do not necessarily need to know what fly to use (a generalist pattern in a similar size and shape of the natural would work just fine in 99% of situations), just how to fish them) and dry fly rigs and nymph rigs and what trout you might find in a tailwater (again, mainly in western tailwaters). This is a good primer on fly fishing in general and I re-read sections of it every season to gain new ideas or correct bad habits I may have gotten into. I would recommend this book to anybody new to fly fishing.

“Sight Fishing For Trout” By Landon Mayer


Her is another excellent book by a “local” angler and guide here in Colorado. This might be a little more “advanced” book for fly fishers but has equally enough info to use for someone new to the sport. It is loaded with helpful tips and insights into how to approach trout in many different situations. I like reading Mr. Mayer’s articles in the many different publications he writes for. He is always straight to the point, and usually I end up thinking, “huh, I never would of thought about doing that”. This book is about hunting for trout, not just reading the water and hoping for the best (although you must “read” the water to sight the fish in the first place).

“Fly-Fishing Stillwaters For Trophy Trout” by Denny Rickards

I almost did not buy this book because of the title. That would have been a huge mistake. The information on fishing stillwaters in this book is some of the best. The book consists of the authors thought process fishing mainly trophy stillwaters throughout the west. It is organized very well and he explains in detail the many different lines in use and how to fish those lines and get the best presentation to mimic the insects you are fishing. It does not talk about fishing the high mountain lakes (some of which have trophy potential themselves), but most of the information can be modified to effectively fish most high mountain lakes. I have a few books on fishing the high mountain lakes specifically, but I would recommend this one over all of them. You will have to do a little field research and modifications on your own based on Denny’s method to get the most out of this book for these lakes though.

This book is LOADED with big fish photo’s and that alone makes this book worth the money.

“Handbook of Hatches” and “Trout Rigs and Methods” by Dave Hughes

I would say that “Handbook of Hatches” is the ONLY book you need on trout food for fly fishing. You don’t need to know Latin names of bugs (unless you want to), just where you might find these bugs, at what time of year, how these bugs behave in or on the water and how trout feed on them. This small book is all you need. Very concise and well written. Pat Dorsey does cover trout food behavior very well in his book also.

“Trout Rigs and Methods” is maybe not essential, but useful. It is loaded with hundreds of different trout rigs for all forms of fishing. If you are looking for a new way to rig up, check this book out. It also has a good section on useful knots, but the editing on a few of the diagrams is hard to follow (and on some, actually incorrect).

Fly Fishing Destination Books: a few of the best

“Fly Fishing The North Platte River” by Rod Walinchus

This out of print book is what a river guidebook should be. Mr. Walinchus covers the whole river system from Colorado to the Wyoming/Nebraska border and even includes the High mountain lakes in North Park Colorado. It may be a little dated, but most of his information I do still find true today.

“A Fly Fishing Guide to Colorado’s Indian Peaks Wilderness Area” by Steven Schweitzer and Michael Kruise and “A Fly Fishing Guide to Rocky Mountain National Park” by Steven Schweitzer  

I may be a little biased to these two books as I have fished many of the streams and lakes mentioned in them. That being said, these books are excellent in covering all the small streams and all the lakes containing fish in this wonderful area. It is very well organized and easy to use. The photo’s are a bonus. The only other guidebook I have seen that matches the in-depth  information on a backcountry fishery is “Fishing the Beartooths” by Pat Marcuson.



The North Platte River: November 2015

Beautiful day on the Platte

Beautiful day on the Platte

So I found myself driving again up to Wyoming to visit my parents and fish with my dad in mid November. I had just returned from Iceland and was salivating over the rivers I saw there (unfortunately they were already closed for the season), and couldn’t wait to get some quality fishing done on the North Platte.

Saturday 11/7/2015

I left after my daughters soccer game in the “H.R.” (which they won…Go Fire and Ice!!) and arrived in Casper in the early afternoon. Surprisingly, the wind was not blowing, even though it had blown very hard most of the way to Casper. The forecast had said that the wind was going to be something else this week (50+ MPH gusts….a breeze in Wyoming). I brought along an 8 weight rod just in case ( I will not let a little wind keep me off the water!!). We thought about hitting “The Reef” for a couple hours but ended up talking and catching up.

Sunday 11/8/2015

My parents get up way too early!! I always agree to go walk the dog with them at 5am, mainly because I am so eager to get out and fish at first light, even in the winter. This morning we awoke at 4:30 to walk the dog (to be ready by 5am) and the wind was brutal (I spent the first twenty years of my life in Casper and I still cannot get over how brutal the wind can be). I am serious when I say, It almost blew me over a couple of times. The gusts were incredible. I was starting to contemplate in my head how well this fishing thing was going to work out today.

We headed out of town about 7:30 and decided to hit the canyon and try and get out of the wind.  The upper section was fairly crowded so we went all the way above and hiked in to the base of the dam. The wind howled through here also but we got into fish right away. I hooked a typical canyon rainbow that is almost impossible to get their head up and net. These fish in the canyon are some of the healthiest and strongest fish I have dealt with. A trip to the canyon earlier this spring, had me hooking fish at a good clip but I was having a difficult time landing them in the jumble of pocket water (I was also nailing them on emergers and using 7X tippet on a stiff 6 weight rod…….A recipe for disaster or just not being very smart. Surprisingly though, I had no break-offs, I lost them due to pulling the small, size 20 or 22 emerger from their mouth. I have always carried 7X but never use it because it is impossible to work with. I’m still not sure why I experimented with it down there or why I even carry it). We did not fish long, and after a few hits and a couple of fish to net (one real nice, hefty rainbow) we hiked out and formulated another plan.

Dad hiking into the canyon

Dad hiking into the canyon

Initially we thought about heading to “The Reef” but decided to take a right and head out to “The Mile” despite the wind. I verified my dad had packed enough Pabts for the day and we arrived at the Mile and drove upstream of the bridge. there were not too many people on the river and the wind surprisingly was not bad at all (most of the cars had Colorado plates of course).

We immediately were into fish. Small for the Mile but we had action. I proceeded to go up river as my dad stayed at a long wide pool. Once I hit the pocket water, it was game on. Every good seam I hit had a decent fish in it ready to slam my size 20 brass midge. My top fly was a micro pink San Juan worm (on a size 14 hook), but only the smaller fish were nailing this. I was fishing my 6 weight, and my use of too light of tippet, led me to four fish that broke me off. I landed plenty of beauties but lost a few more than accustomed to. The flow was a little above the minimum at around 800cfs.

Brass Midge

Brass Midge

Dad trying to figure out his rig

Dad trying to figure out his rig

Monday 11/9/2015

The next day we had our usual green chili  breakfast at the Cheese Barrel and sat and caught up with Bill (he is one of the “locals” my dad has coffee with every morning. He looks great for being eighty and has many interesting stories to tell).  We headed straight for the Mile after breakfast. We headed straight for the same pocket water. We would fish this 300 yard stretch all day and not see anybody else fish it. The fishing was identical, if not better than the previous day. The wind was never a factor.

I rigged up my Winston BIIIX nine-foot 4 weight today. This rod has a much softer tip than my St. Croix Legend Ultra I was using the day before (softer than both my 5 weight and 6 weight), and besides my Orvis Ultrafine  eight-foot 4 weight, is my favorite rod. The weather was sunny and eventually got fairly warm. The fishing started out a little slow for smaller rainbows but soon the bigger fish started munching. Fish were where they are supposed to be:  behind rocks, in front of rocks, in the seams on either side of rocks, and the deeper, slower pools. A dead drift through any of these spots would produce a fish or a strike. The larger fish were still hitting the small midge. Later in the day I would get a couple on the worm though.

Miracle Mile brown

Miracle Mile brown

Later in the day I hit the top pool and the riffles coming into it. I had two break-offs immediately and then proceeded to take two beautiful fish from this run. We decided to work our way back and in the tail of this run I hooked a gorgeous rainbow. Once hooked, she hunkered down in the pocket for a while then jumped from the water. This is when I knew I had a massive rainbow on the end of my line. She immediately took to the other side of the river where the main current was (and this current was hugging the far bank, so it was literally on the other side of the river) and headed downstream just a bit. My indicator was under water and for the first time I felt my backing on my index finger coming out of my reel. I was losing all hope of landing this fish once I felt my backing. I messed with the angles on the fish though and I was able to start moving her to my side of the river in fairly short order. The battle did not last that long and I got her to where just my leader was out of my rod tip. She was tired and I could keep her head up BUT my arm was tired also. The combination of the soft tip, longer leader and shaking tired arm made landing very difficult. I finally did land this beautiful rainbow. I have caught longer rainbows, but this might have been the heaviest (It was very close to my previous biggest rainbow caught below Willow Bend Campground on the South Platte a few years ago. It was an obvious escapee from the Wigwam Club. I estimated this fish at around 7 to 8 pounds). My dad and I estimated it at about 8 pounds.

Big Miracle Mile rainbow

Big Miracle Mile rainbow

Dad adjusting his rig

Dad adjusting his rig

Tuesday 11/10/2015

We had a few hours in the morning to fish as I had to return to Denver and beat the storm that was coming in (It would start snowing in Casper about an hour after I left for Denver). We decided to hit “The Reef”. To our surprise there were about 3 or 4 other people fishing near the dam. I proceeded to hit a seam on the far side and had a couple hits and then a real nice one that took me out a ways and broke me off. I eventually landed two or three typical Reef rainbows in the short time we had to fish and was satisfied.

The North Platte River has some of the meanest, biggest, healthiest fish in the west. I haven’t fished every tailwater in the west, but it would be hard to find a river that can pump out the size of fish the North Platte River system does on a consistent basis. This is no doubt my best and favorite destination for big tailwater trout.


Wind River Mountains: September 2015

Jason and I are getting older. It was brought to my attention that this trip would mark 30 years (technically, 29 for me) since we had first ventured into this amazing country. We have done numerous trips over those years ranging from just a few days to 2 week long trips. We have ventured from north to south and from south to north again and have rarely seen the same area twice. You can design epic treks using just the forest service  trail system or designing some great off-trail routes all your own, and you even have the Wind River Indian Reservation Road-less Area to explore (with trespass permit of course). The scenery is what the average person envisions the Rocky Mountains to be, High craggy peaks, tons of glacially carved cirques, and a plethora of high country lakes (most loaded with some species of trout).

I picked Jason up on a Friday night from DIA and we headed up to Rawlins, Wyoming. We have made the trip all the way to the west side of the Winds from Denver at night before, pulling in at 2 am, only to find no camping spots at the trailhead and proceeded to hike 2 miles under headlamp to find a spot. We have opted the last few years to not do this, and stay in luxury at a motel on the way up (luxury being loosely defined in a Rawlins motel). Rawlins would give us a big jump on the hike for Saturday.

We had reports that the weather was to deteriorate  mid-week so we were prepared for the forecast of cold and rain/snow. We would be in the shadows of the highest peaks in the northern Rockies and they had forecast a “few” inches of snow mid-week.

We arrived at a very popular trailhead outside of Pinedale (we would see more people this first day of hiking than we had seen in the past 3 years hiking the Winds combined. It was still not “crowded” by any means. We probably met a dozen people this day). I have been on this trail many times over the years and can see why it is so popular. From the west, it always has views of the high country and gets you to that high country in an easy 12 to 15 miles. Most of the trails on the Bridger side are long and tedious (not necessarily hard) before you get a good glimpse of the high country. We weighed our packs here. We both weighed in at the exact weight…..54 lbs!!!! That is easily 10 lbs over what I like to pack.  Oh well, lets start hiking.

Pack weigt

Pack weight

We hit the trail early afternoon (after a light carb loading lunch and salad at the Pinedale pizza joint) and planned on hiking as far as we could before dark. With a 54 lb pack it was going to be interesting on how far we made it. We met a lot of people coming out and one who had lost her dog (she was hiking in and we met somebody earlier who found the dog hiking out). Everybody coming out had said the past few days had been incredible weather. It was warm but not too warm, perfect hiking weather.

Michael and Jason at the trailhead

Michael and Jason at the trailhead

We made it about 10+ miles in the first day and set up camp. I felt pretty good with the heavy pack but was tired. Staying up till 2 AM, closing down the motel bar in Rawlins (we had time for 2 night caps after pulling into town) and waking up at 7:30 am can make a guy tired. We set up the tent (a new tent Jason had bought in Seattle about a month prior to this trip. He bought it used off craigslist. More on this later.) and proceeded to the lake to pump water and cook dinner. A beautiful night ensued and the Milky Way was easily seen in the moonless night.

We had plans of making it over the divide today and setting up a possible high camp. We both woke up energized and ready to go. The lake we camped at was a very popular layover for a lot of hikers and there were a few campsites occupied near us. Today though, we were headed into the first part of some trail-less country east of the divide. The weather started out fantastic.

Michael at camp 1

Michael at camp 1

Jason and I trudged along and as we started pulling out of the high, treeless, basin,the weather started turning. It was mid-afternoon and the wind came up and started to spit some rain. We decided that it would not be wise to cross the divide today with the weather, as once on the other side we had about 2 miles of glacier travel and boulder hopping to get to decent protected campsites. We found a rock shelter somebody had constructed that worked well for cooking. We set the tent up and waited to make the pass tomorrow.

Wind River Mountains

Camp 2

Camp 2


We awoke to blue skies and mild weather. A great day to head over the pass. We made the pass in short order as a high use trail leads up to the top (albeit via cairns most of the way). We topped out and snapped a few pics and headed down. According to the USGS topo’s, we were expecting to meet the glacier just a little ways off the pass. We could not see any ice, just rubble. We hiked down and had some lunch on a lip that showed on the topo should be glacier. We rounded a corner and finally reached the ice. It had receded fairly significantly on this portion of the mountain, but the main portion was very much intact.  We strapped on the crampons and headed down (the walking MUCH easier on the ice than the loose rubble it had left behind), avoiding the small crevasses that were easily seen. We finally reached the terminal moraine and the real fun began. Crossing large boulders and glacial torrents (coming from other glaciers above), we made our way down the valley. This valley was much more sheltered than the basin on the other side of the divide and we got into some krumholz just past the terminal moraine. The views were spectacular looking down this valley.

Jason on the glacier

Jason on the glacier


We worked our way down the valley via a few game trails until we reached the taller trees and some real protection to set up camp. Most of the water here was carrying a fairly large amount of glacial silt and pumping water became a chore as it would clog your pump after only a couple quarts of water. I set off to pump the evenings water as Jason set up the tent trying to beat the impending rain that was approaching. I found a small tributary off the main stem that held less suspended glacial silt and was able to pump water fairly quickly (that little bit of glacial silt can still wreak havoc on your pump though).

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Michael on the glacier with view down the valley

Michael on the glacier with view down the valley

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It  started to rain. This was not the rain of the night before, but some real rain. The weather pattern had changed (as we were expecting) and we prepared for it. We had decided to carry along a very lightweight silicone impregnated tarp in anticipation of the in-climate weather and it proved to be one of the best pieces of gear that we toted up the mountain. We configured the tarp into a very handy lean-to to cook and eat under and huddle under when the rain and snow started flying. All through the evening and after dinner we huddled under the tarp and drank sips of whiskey and smoked a cigar. We had already deviated from our initial high route due to the weather, and were now contemplating a route to “Paintbrush” Lake…….Rumored to hold some “very large”  rainbows. Information on the lakes in this area are basically none. I got some intel from a “Golden Oiler” who had visited this lake on a day hike from a fantastic golden trout lake some 20+ years ago (approximately a 24 mile round trip hike from that golden lake). he said at the time they were catching “Huge” rainbows from this lake.

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Jason picking his way through the boulders



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Fall colors and the pass

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Jason overlooking the valley

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Here comes the rain

After a night of heavy rain and wind and questions on the storm worthiness of the new tent (we had a bout 2 inches of water on the floor of the tent and looked like the fly had wetted through) we awoke to cloudy skies but no rain. We dried everything out the best we could prior to packing and had decided the night before to take a little pass (the new “high” route) skirting three huge lakes (fish??) and drop down into “Paintbrush” Lake.

We got packed and started the ascent towards the pass. The rain and wind came back with a vengeance.  We boulder hopped along the stream coming through this smaller pass and as we neared the top we came to a cliff so we proceeded to cross the stream and make towards the grassy slopes on the other side. Just as we made the top of this first ascent, Jason said “wow, look at that.” I assumed he meant the view back from where we had come (although most of that was obscured by the downpour of rain), but he was looking at a bleached elk skull with antlers still attached. It was a cool find in the middle of nowhere.

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Jason negotiating the “high” route

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Elk skull we found on the “high” route


Michael with elk skull

We continued on up and skirted the steep shores of a huge unnamed  lake and the rain had started to turn over to heavy sleet by now. This was most welcome as the rain was drenching everything. We had 2 flashes of lightning in the clouds, and since we were mostly above tree line, we headed down a bit towards some cover. Thankfully, those 2 bolts were all of the lightning that we encountered. The landscape was gradually turning white as we made our way up to the final push of this pass.

We made the pass in short order and dropped down onto a bench that held a beautiful lake. We would have stopped to fish it, as we could now see “Paintbrush” Lake even further below this bench, but it was sleeting and blowing very hard, so we decided to move on. We saw a few Mule Deer on this bench and then we descended the fairly steep rocky slope  into the trees and the shores of “Paintbrush” Lake. The going was easy once in the trees as they were spaced out fairly well. We proceeded to the south end of the lake looking for a decent camp spot. The sleet had turned to a drenching rain once again as we finally located a decent spot in the trees for a camp.

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our destination

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Camp at “Paintbrush” Lake

We set up the tent and the tarp and proceeded to relax a bit under the tarp as the rain continued. The drenching rain had soaked through our packs and everything that was not in a waterproof bag was at least damp or soaked through. I always carry my down sleeping bag and clothes in a black garbage bag so they were fine. Jason’s gear was a little more damp than mine (he got some of his damp the day before when we had to toss our packs into a glacial river to cross. My pack proved a bit more water resistant than his was). Ironically, his rain pants were soaked through and would never really dry out to be usable until the next to last day returning to the trailhead.

Our camp was located a little above the lake and we had a clear view of the high plateau to the north. We sat under the tarp as the weather kept deteriorating and had a few sips of whiskey and a cigar until we saw some rises in the lake. It looked as though there were still fish in this lake after all these years. We proceeded to rig up to go fishing.

When I had planned this trip, this area was new to us and as I stated before, not much information at all on the fishing potential. I new that a couple of the lakes below “Paintbrush” Lake held trout but reports were of nothing “big”. I originally had planned on going over a high pass (12,400 ft) and end up on a golden lake that Jason and I had been to previously a few years before. It is a decent golden lake and could pump out a few nice ones (and ironically is listed as void of fish). This plan would never materialize as the weather would keep us from crossing this divide.

We took the short walk to the shore near the inlet of “Paintbrush” Lake and Jason proceeded on his first or second cast to land probably the biggest fish of the trip, a nice plump 18 inch rainbow. I hadn’t even cast a line yet and of course was very excited. Jason was fishing a Mepps #2 red and white. I proceeded to strip a woolly bugger through some of the drop offs and landed a few, but fishing for me was much slower than for Jason. We kept a couple of fish for our meal that night.

The evening turned out to be spectacular as the clouds lifted and we actually got a semblance  of a sunset. We cooked our dinner over an LNT fire and hung any wet clothes we had to dry (I hung my soaked socks in the tree assuming they might be dry in the morning. I would only find them frozen stiff the next morning). We retired to the tent and kept the bear spray handy (this is one of the few places I have carried bear spray in the Winds. This is prime grizzly country in the Winds, and sightings are fairly common to the north and east on the reservation anymore).

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Evening sunset from camp


Pumping water and enjoying the views

Sometime in the very early morning it started to rain again. We awoke to rain and as the morning progressed, the rain intensified. I had 2 pairs of socks and liners and one pair was hanging in the trees frozen. I did not want to get my last pair wet so decided to run around in my boots with no socks for the day. We had planned on day hiking to the lower lakes (milky green with glacial silt but did hold a sizable population of rainbows and brookies) but with the weather not looking too good, we decided to stick around the lake and fish it the whole day. We ate a good breakfast and had some warm fluids (by this time I was cutting my hot cocoa in half as I was planning on drinking more flavored hot liquids than originally planned at home) and decided to hit the lake. The rain never abated and towards the early to mid afternoon the wet heavy snow started to fall and accumulate.

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View from out tarp

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It started snowing

The fishing proved to be slow once again. I caught a few nice ones on some small midges and here and there one would hit a woolly bugger. Jason’s Mepp’s #2 red and white proved to be faster action. This lake hosted some weed beds that had made it to the surface near the inlet and that is where the rises centered. Casting to this weed bed was another matter. It was just out of range for my longest roll cast (most of the longer casts had to be made with a roll cast, as there were trees along the shoreline. There were a few “avenues” you could get a back-cast into and get a decent double haul, but it was still difficult to hit the weed beds). A small (size 20) brass wire midge proved to be a very effective midge and a brown mini woolly bugger (size 12) was also effective.

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Jason with a nice rainbow

We would fish for a couple of hours at a time and regroup under the tarp again to get some warm liquid in us and head out again. The snow had continued in earnest and the scene was of a winter wonderland. It was spitting thick, heavy,wet flakes. We kept a few trout towards the end of the day for dinner. As evening approached, the clouds started to depart and by sunset, the skies were clear of any clouds. This was a great sign but we knew it would probably get very cold this night.

We awoke the next day to no clouds and sunlight. It was relatively mild and this was going to be a travel day. Since we had to reconfigure this whole trip on the fly due to the weather, we were headed back over the divide the way we had come from. The amount of snow we received down low had us concerned as to how much was laying on top of our 12,000+ ft pass we needed to cross to get back to the trail system and civilization. We were able to dry all our gear in the sunlight that morning and soak in all that thermal energy we had been missing for a few days now. It renewed our spirits a bit. We figured this was the end of the unsettled weather. Prior to leaving the trailhead, the forecast was for it to break sometime midday the day before. We would soon find out that this would NOT be the case.

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Beautiful morning: The weather would not hold

We loaded our backpacks and finally headed up and out of this basin towards the treeline. We had to stop frequently to shed a few layers as the hiking was very warm. We got to a bench with a lake and we could see the high peaks towards the Continental Divide enshrouded with clouds. The wind had come up and was pushing those same clouds our way fast. We witnessed the last of our blue skies and sunshine evaporate, and pushed on up higher. The snow was not too bad going up this small pass.

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Jason on top of the “mini” pass


It was starting to snow again

We finally passed the elk skull again and made our way down into the main drainage that drained a large portion of the glaciers on the west side of the Continental Divide. It was raining/snowing and blowing once again. We decided we needed to get as high as possible towards the glacier and pass as we could so we could pull out over the top in short order the next day (not knowing what the weather may be like the next day, we needed this “technical” part of the hike to be done as fast as possible). We knew there were some Krumholz with a little (and I mean LITTLE…) shelter towards the terminal moraine of the glacier that might provide an adequate (albiet, not a very comfortable spot) place to set up a camp for the ascent the next day.

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The snow and wind intensifies as we head higher towards the divide

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Jason checking out the scene at our high camp in a short reprieve from the storm


The calm before the storm

As we gained elevation quickly, the wind intensified and the temperature plummeted (for the first time this trip, I could say I got a little cold). We proceeded up the south side of the river and could not find any adequate cover so we went down and crossed the glacial silted torrent to get to the north side where there were some breaks from the wind. We stumbled upon a huge boulder with an overhang we thought might work for cooking if we rigged the tarp up. This proved to be not very successful in the blowing snow. We melted snow (Jason melted snow, knocked over hot water, cussed a little, and hiked all the way down to the river to get water) and made dinner.

We hit the tent early as this was the only place to get out of the wind. The gusts had drifts of snow halfway up the sides of the tent and we had to be cautious to keep air flowing into it. We were plenty warm and dry (the tent dealt much better with the drier snow than the drenching rain) inside. Sleep was hard to come by through the night as the wind howled and the snow piled up.

We woke early to blue skies and a very light wind. Even though we were on the north slope, the mountain directly to our south was blocking the sun. The pass we had to go over was basking in golden sunlight. It looked beautiful. Our boots, having been soaked through for most of this trip, were frozen solid. Jason was unable to get his feet into his. I could get my feet in but unable to lace or tie. He proceeded to beat his with an ice ax until they were pliable enough to put on his feet. We hung outside stomping around for a good forty-five minutes until the sun made its way down to our camp.

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The tent the next morning

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High camp and the 12,000+ ft pass


Starting towards the pass

We eventually loaded up and headed out. We angled up towards the terminal moraine and decided to go on the south side (we had gone down the north side coming down, but with the snow laying on the level a couple feet deep, we were concerned about the slow going in the boulders and our safety) and stay high until we had to cross the river and gain the glacier. The weather couldn’t have been better. The boulder hopping probably couldn’t have been worse. Boulder hopping is never easy with a 50lb pack, but add the drifting snow, it makes it slower, harder, and more dangerous. I lead the way as we picked our route up towards the glacier. We stayed high until there was no choice but to enter the field. Things immediately ground to a halt as all the nooks and crannies were covered with snow and it was difficult to find passage through these without jamming a leg, ankle, or entire body at some weird angle causing injury. Luckily there were only a couple footholds that I personally slid into that made me cringe as the weight of me and my pack kept forcing my leg down as it shifted to an uncomfortable angle. This was very slow going and frankly, not much fun. Luckily, by going up the south side we missed a significant portion of the boulder field.

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Jason working his way up

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Looking back once on the glacier


Looking up across the glacier

We managed the field and finally got on the glacier. Coming over it had been hard ice with rivulets of water tumbling down in areas. We now were looking at about 2 feet, on the level,of new snow on top of the glacier. We had to post-hole up this glacier and hit the unstable rocks above before we could gain the pass. Crampons were not needed with the new snow. The angle and slope did not warrant much in the way of avalanche concern, but you never know. I have seen a “mini” avalanche on Casper Mountain years ago while cross country skiing that snapped a 2 foot diameter pine tree in half!

The glacier travel got our heart-rate up but was MUCH easier than the boulder hopping. We did slide into a “mini” crevasse up to our hips towards the top though. I slid in up to my thighs, but when Jason came through after me, he was up to his hips. Jason lead from here up to the top of the pass where the snow was closer to 3 feet on the level now. That combined with some boulders (not as large as on the terminal moraine but loose) and the steepness made this section one of the slowest.

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Jason leading the last few hundred feet to the Continental Divide


West of the divide and more snow

We finally topped out and could see the east side of the range. More snow. we were getting tired. We were over 12,000 feet but the weather was holding perfectly. I led as we busted down into the high basin dotted with many lakes (unfortunately fish-less) and more snow. Most of the snow on this side of the pass had blown away (except for some very large drifts) and the going was a bit easier for awhile towards the top. We got halfway down the steep part of the pass and after making a few diversions to try and locate a way down, we eventually hit a cairned trail down onto a high bench. We filtered some water and drank and stumbled around the meadows (hike a couple feet and then break through some snow with unstable rock underneath and repeat…) and worked our way down. About 2 miles from the trail, we encountered footprints. Somebody had dayhiked up that far and then returned. This proved beneficial to us as we followed these prints almost all the way back to the trail and we did not have to pick our way back.

We finally made our way to the trail and were greeted with easy hiking from here on out. We still had another 3 miles or so to go and evening was now approaching. We put the hammer down and hit it, even though we were fading fast. We saw a few people hiking in and we must have been a sight to them as we had been hiking in rain gear all day and were soaked and muddy. It was dark by the time we reached our camp, still 12 miles in from the trailhead. Jason set up the tent as I fumbled my way (I fell into the creek on the way back up) down to the lake to pump some water. We made dinner and crashed. We had plans of getting up early in the morning and cruising out so we could meet up with Jason’s dad in Pinedale for lunch.

This morning was by far the coldest we had the entire trip. It was the only night I had to really get down into my sleeping bag to stay warm. We later would find out it was 15 degrees at the trailhead that morning. Our plan was to pack quickly and hit the trail. This was derailed by one thing: frozen boots. This wasn’t the frozen boots we dealt with the day before. This was deep freeze frozen boots. Neither of us could even move them. We lit the MSR Whisperlights and proceeded to heat them up over our stoves to thaw. It took about a half hour before we could get them defrosted and on our feet.

We made good time getting out and arrived at the trailhead a little before one pm. I weighed my pack and it was at 49 lbs. Still don’t know how I could only drop 5 lbs? Jason’s pack weight was down 10 lbs from the start. Almost makes you wonder what Jason slipped into my pack. We made a quick change into street clothes and headed to the Wind River Brewery in Pinedale (great porter by the way) and met Jason’s dad for lunch (he made the drive over from Lander with “Spike” his dog).

We did not get into the fishing that we wanted to on this trip but we saw some country that is truly amazing. I was itching to hit that golden lake again but maybe next year. The “huge” rainbows did not materialize but I would not write this lake off. That is the great thing about backcountry fishing, even if the fishing doesn’t turn out to be spectacular, you get to explore and see some incredible country.



Lost in the Mountains (In Photos)

As spring quickly approaches and I think about time on the water fishing, I have been reflecting a lot on my time spent exploring many of the wild areas here in the central and northern Rockies. I have had the pleasure of fishing some magnificent backcountry lakes and streams for some beautiful (and sometimes large) fish. What makes fishing the backcountry so special? It is the sites, sounds (or lack of sounds) and smells that really get you pumped up. I enjoy every aspect of the backcountry. The hike to get there, the wandering around to see what is over that next hill, and of course the fishing, but fishing is just icing on the cake. Sometimes the fishing does not pan out, but you always have the satisfaction of seeing some beautiful country. Here are some random pictures (ones I could easily find) of wandering around the Rockies over the years and some of the amazing sites I have been fortunate to see.


Wind River Mountains, Wyoming 2009 (Golden Trout)

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Flat Tops Wilderness, Colorado (2008)

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Eagles Nest Wilderness, Colorado (2007)

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Cloud Peak Wilderness, Wyoming  (1990)……old school!

Cloud Peak 1990 005 Cloud Peak center (13,165 ft)Cloud Peak 1990 024 (2) Me on the SummitCloud Peak 1990 025 (2) Jason on the SummitCloud Peak 1990 021 View north from the summit


Wind River Mountains, Wyoming (1997)…..again, old school!

Stough Creek Basin 1997 005 Wind River Peak (13,192 ft)Stough Creek Basin 1997 019 Me with some cutthroat for dinnerStough Creek Basin 1997 029 Jason with some cutthroat for dinnerStough Creek Basin 1997 042 Stough Creek Lakes Basin

Mount Zirkel Wilderness, Colorado (2009)

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Wind River Mountains, Wyoming (2006)

DSC01811 Cipheringwind river 2006 michael's pics 023 I hadn’t gone digital yet by 2006!DSC01821 Jason with dinnerwind river 2006 michael's pics 022 This was camp…. in our bivy phase. DSC01830 Cipheringwind river 2006 michael's pics 056 Small but beautiful Golden Trout

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Below is an unnamed pass Jason and I unofficially named “Bastard Pass”


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Wind River Mountains, Wyoming (1990)

Wind Rivers 1990 015  Cirque of the Towers Wind Rivers 1990 016 Looking over Jackass PassWind Rivers 1990 019 Pingora Peak (11,884 ft)

Wind River Mountains, Wyoming (1999)

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Wind Rivers 1999 104Massive Grave LakeWind Rivers 1999 119 South Fork Lakes from near Illinois Pass

Wind Rivers 1999 154 Washakie Creek drainage

Finally, a few random pics:

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Wind River Mountains 2014: We hit the WRIR again

So I found myself at DIA once again in mid September waiting for a flight from Seattle . My cousin and backpacking partner in crime, Jason (or Sellers as he is commonly known), had relocated since our last  trip to the Winds from New Orleans to the Pacific Northwest. He was due to land in Denver around 10:00 PM and we were going to drive to Laramie, Wyoming that night. It was more towards 11:00 PM by the time we hit E-470 and headed north towards Fort Collins on I-25. We got caught up on the usual details during the drive up and arrived in short order around 1:30 AM, just enough time to get a hotel room and a six pack for a night cap (as liquor stores in the state are open until 2:00 AM, unlike Colorado where you are out of luck after 12:00 AM). This year we had a trip planned onto the Wind River Indian Reservation (WRIR) a little south of where we had explored last time. This area is not as remote as places we had explored further north, but even on the Reservation, you are not bound to see a lot of traffic, especially mid September. We would enter from the Bridger Wilderness and cross the divide to access the many lakes we planned to fish.


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This year really had both of us thinking about safety. We consider ourselves pretty well seasoned backpackers and have done up to a dozen trips in the Winds alone (many of them 50 to 70 mile jaunts lasting up to 11+ days), so we both feel fairly confident in our abilities in the outdoors. Jason had a heavy heart as he had witnessed some personal climbing tragedies the past year (and a very tragic one just the week prior to our departure) up in the Northwest and closer to home for me, we lost a family member outside of Crested Butte, Colorado where a simple day hike turned tragic.

We had a wake up call around 7 AM from my uncle Jim (Jason’s dad)  that morning letting us know to be careful and gave us an update on the expected weather (he lives outside of Lander, Wyoming on the east side of the Winds). We loaded up and headed out from Laramie to Rock Springs where we would stop and eat at the local Taco Time (this has turned into a tradition now) and eventually cruise north to Boulder, Wyoming. We stopped at the Boulder Store to see if they sold Reservation permits, and we were informed they did not, and would have to drive into Pinedale, to the Great Outdoor Shop, and purchase them. (turns out that a buddy Jason and I went to Casper College with, helps out at the Boulder Store for his cousin (whom owns it) and he now runs the family ranch right outside of Boulder.). As we inquired about the purchase of the permits in Pinedale, they could only find one nonresident permit in the book. After contacting the owner of the shop, another book of permits was located and we were on our way.

It was bound to happen. It was a little earlier in the trip than expected but……we got a little disoriented. We backtracked the 11 miles from Pinedale to Boulder and turned towards the craggy outline of the divide in the Winds. I had printed out some directions to the trail head (we would be hiking in via the Scab Creek Trail head) since it was the first time either of us had hiked out of this trail head, but they were in my backpack in the back of the truck. We figured we could find the trail head just fine as there where BLM and forest signs showing the way. long story short, we ended up going down the wrong road (sign clearly pointed left….we went right) and drove until the road terminated at a dead end in an alfalfa pasture. After gathering our bearings and backtracking, we finally made the trail head where there were only 2 other vehicles in the parking lot. We made quick time to pack up and head out as we wanted to hike as far as we could this first evening to hopefully make it over the divide the next day.

We made it about 7 miles in as it was approaching dusk. We saw a few good campsites and plenty of water to filter so we decided to stop for the evening. We saw 2 of the 5 people we would see this entire trip here. This had been the extent of their hike for the weekend and were headed back the next day.

IMG_0862The “Bench”

The evening light faded fast and the temps were cool as a we woke to a heavy frost the next morning (an occurrence that we would encounter every day of this trip). We laid out our gear as the sun finally rose and tried to dry it out as much as we could prior to stuffing it in any nook and cranny we could find in our packs. Once packed, we proceeded through the trees for a couple of miles before we finally emerged onto the open and relatively flat bench and meadows of Boulder Creek’s South Fork. It is here where you get your first unobstructed views of the high peaks of the divide, 9 miles in. What a view it is too. It is all easy hiking from here to the divide. We had a 14 mile day up and over the divide planned but as we reached the bench, the weather was already turning for the worse and hopes of making it over, safely, were diminishing. We continued the gradual climb towards the divide and had to settle for a spot just below the short but relatively steep pass we were going to take to access the WRIR. We were above tree line at this point and the wind and very cold rain came in fast. There was just enough lightning to make you a little worried but it diminished soon. We huddled in some rock outcroppings that provided a little shelter and heated up some water and had snacks. We set up camp after the storm abated and witnessed an incredible sunset and a moon-rise over the divide that was incredible.

The next morning was cold as usual but the sky was clear and looked to be shaping up into a fine day. The view of the sunrise in the Col to the north was spectacular. We would be coming down this Col in about a weeks time.


Packed and ready, we started up the pass. There was no time to really warm your body up as we started climbing immediately. There was a high use trail on this side so it was no problem to gain the divide in short order. Once on top it was hard to stand though, as the wind was blowing gale force. The temperature luckily was fairly mild. We snapped a few pics, got some video and hiked down a ways to some boulders to get out of the wind and give our bodies some fuel and soak in the views. We were on reservation lands now and planned to hit our “destination” lake later today. The trail all but petered out or did not exist at this point. It was easy hiking down into the North Fork Little Wind River drainage though.

IMG_1026The Pass

We got to the bottom of the pass on the WRIR and after finding the trail (trails on the WRIR were more prominent here than anywhere I have been on the Reservation. That being said, they can go from what looks like high use to nothing for a mile or more with possibly cairns, possibly no cairns. It does keep you alert route finding in this area, always looking for a cairn or what looks like a piece of trail to prevent some unnecessary bushwhacking that is all but inevitable anyway. They are not like the forest service trails where you can keep your head down and follow them like cattle and have a sign telling you where to go.) we started our journey north, paralleling the divide. We encountered the typical high use campsites that you see almost everywhere on the Reservation. To me, it does detract from the solitude, wildness of the place, but I do have to remember that it is private property and they can administer it as they please. I am just thankful they allow us the privilege to explore this beautiful and amazing country and administer it as wilderness. We did miss the actual trail from a meadow into the trees and headed a little too far east of our destination lake, but we bushwhacked back maybe a half mile and reached our lake (USGS maps and the Earthwalk Press maps do not accurately plot most of the trails on the WRIR, if they even exist at all).


IMG_1092Ciphering on the rez

“Destination” Lake. We had reached our lake where we would stay for 2 days and do a little fishing and day hiking to other lakes. The weather had deteriorated by the time we had reached our lake and we set up camp and Jason was to prepare a meal. We had fished briefly at a lake coming over but I was eager to see what we could do here. My sources mentioned that this lake historically had brook trout and cutthroat Trout (we had our eyes on a couple cutthroat lakes that did not pan out in this area). As Jason prepared his meal, I went to the outlet to see what was up. I was into my second cast when a hefty fish nailed my woolly bugger. I was close enough to yell at Jason to come check it out. I assumed once I got a glimpse, that it was a very large brook trout. To my surprise, I had caught my first lake trout. Jason helped take some video and we sent it on its way.

IMG_1105“Destination” Lake

IMG_1113Lake Trout

Jason soon abandoned his cooking and came and hit the water with me. By now it was raining pretty good with a stiff cold wind, but we were catching fish. I did manage a couple decent sized brook trout by a huge submerged boulder, but it was lake trout water. I did at one point slip off a rock and put my whole right leg up to my knee in the icy water. I slammed my arm into the rock and had to survey things before I could determine I was truly alright. We finally got a little chilled and decided to head back and get something warm in our bellies and settle in for the night. It was getting so cool every night , and usually raining or sleeting that we would retire with the sun. This made for long nights on noisy inflatable pads wrapped in a lot of nylon.

The next morning we planned on hiking to a couple lakes higher up. One lake was reported to hold some big Cutthroat. The weather started out great and the hike was easy and straightforward. We fished for awhile, saw signs of fish, but could never hook into one. The weather was looking real funky so we decided to head to the higher lake hopefully before the weather came in and check it out. We did not make it. We got to the top, above tree line and it came. Initially there was some lightning, that of course was a cause for concern, but it quickly abated. It did sleet a lot and made the surroundings look like a winter wonderland. Most of the weather looked like was a bit south of us after the clouds lifted. After not finding the route we scoped out from below to another lake (we kept cliffing out), we backtracked the way we had come and went back down to our “Destination” lake to finish the day fishing for the hard fighting lake trout.

IMG_1154Day hike to upper lakes


We fished the morning of the third day before heading south. We did find the “trail” we should have come in on as we were backtracking a couple miles. It was through some beautiful meadows with the high peaks and cliffs jutting from the ground to our right. We stopped for lunch at a huge lake we passed on the way in, and Jason was soon into a very nice cutthroat. We ate and fished for awhile. Jason had a few followers and I hooked into a couple but did not land them. We decided to head on towards our next lake. We had been hiking with jackets, stocking caps and gloves this whole time, as the weather was a bit windy and was uncomfortably cool.

P1070088Sellers with lake trout


P1070162Sellers with cutthroat


After passing some beautiful no name lakes and meadows, we reached our next lake. This lake was known to hold brook trout and lake trout. The fishing proved to be slower for me and faster for Jason (just the opposite from “Destination”  Lake). The lake trout were still decent size but nowhere near the size they were at our “Destination” lake. This is where my sink tip line got severed by a piece of Wind River granite.


There is a very cool feature at the outlet of this lake. You have your regular outlet that eventually cascades over cliffs into the the drainage far below and also a spring bubbling up from the ground heading for the same drainage. The drainage below is about 1000 feet down and looks like some beautiful, remote country to explore.


Jason woke up in the middle of the night and said that the drainage far below was covered in a dense fog and above that was the almost full moon lighting up the mountains. We awoke to wispy fog going in and out and dense frost all over everything. We were headed south to another lake at the base of a rarely used pass on the divide (I would venture to say, very rarely used with a backpack) that we were going to scout and see if feasible to cross. It took a while to get to the inlet of this lake as it was boulder hopping, sliding down scree slopes, busting through willows that were 8 feet tall and thick, hoping you did not cliff out or come abruptly to the lake edge. We managed to reach the inlet area and the fog really started to settle in. This was probably the coldest day of the trip. I exhausted all of my warm gear (I had everything on I had with me) and so did Jason. We could not even see the pass to know if it was even a possibility. Jason went fishing, I went to the tent to warm up for a few and then joined him. There was no action this day.

IMG_1322Cool, frosty morning


We awoke in the morning to find clear skies and no wind. It was very cold and we strung our gear out and waited for the sun to come over the mountains to dry things out and warm us up. After watching the lake below our campsite come alive with telltale rings of fish everywhere (this lake was reported to hole brook and cutthroat), we had to get organized and get over the divide. We had about 14 miles to go this day. The pass looked a little daunting from below but you could see where you could zigzag up and not cliff out. It was pretty steep but short. There was one section that had some loose talus but the crux was the loose huge boulders. We had to scramble across about 400 yards of loose boulders that neither of us liked very much. Towards the top I was taking a picture when we were “buzzed” by an airplane cruising over the divide. It startled both Jason and I as he veered towards the cliffs across the basin and returned to “buzz” the pass again. In short order we obtained the divide and saw a beautiful lake tucked just a few feet below the divide. It was a startling and beautiful sight. We busted down the other side of the “pass” and eventually gained the terminus of a trail coming from the west. Now we could start busting out some miles.



P1070293Beautiful sunrise


IMG_1380Heading towards the pass

P1070333Sellers coming up the pass

IMG_1387The pass

P1070344The lake at the pass

We took a few bushwhacking shortcuts as we were on the bench again and made good time. Jason and I could have gone further (the 14 miles we hiked this day still left us with 7 trail miles the next day) but our feet were the limiting factor. We found our campsite from the first night and called it a day. That night and morning was to be the coldest of the trip. It froze my full water bottle completely. We got up early and loaded up as we wanted to head out, get a bite to eat in Pinedale at the brewery and then still had the 7 hour drive back to Denver.

The fishing was put off by some funky weather and never did get the cutts we were after but did get into some feisty lake trout (a first for me on a fly rod) and saw some country that is some of the most beautiful in the Winds. We only scratched the surface of this area, and there are many more lakes and areas to explore. I have my eye on some country further north, but would love to visit this area again.