Notice the bottom-left. I wasn’t the only one with the fishing idea.
In case you’ve ever wondered what position butterflies employ to do it.
This one put up a fight, and I was applauded by some nearby spectators after hauling it in. That was a first. Never had a cheering section before.
Biggest wild trout I’ve ever caught. And first cutthroat. Thanks, Lawn Lake.
After catching a bunch of fish on Lawn Lake, I then ate some beef jerky. Try to tell me this piece of jerky doesn’t look like a fish.
People asked me if I was camping by myself. Nope. Brought along a couple friends. Lawn Lake-chilled.
Does a human shit in the woods?
This gives you an idea of what the trails look like up above Lawn Lake. Clearly these ones aren’t used quite as much as the rest. Lots of neat stream crossings.
Looking back on the trail and Lawn Lake, from above. I was near the Crystal Lakes at this point.
Only thing better than selfie is one with a cheesy Photoshop filter, am I right?
clearly had no problems with humans.
After so much green and gray and shades of brown, the redness of this tree was incredible.
I called him Uncle. Uncle Buck.
Sunday morning I hiked back down here, then instead of going back to the car I continued up to Ypsilon Lake for another night of fun. I thought.
Amazing how these logs all fell into the EXACT perfect spot to make them like stairs almost.
Just when I hiked to the other side of Ypsilon Lake and scoped out a perfect fishing spot, it started raining. Then hailing. Then lightninginging. I had to seek shelter. Not only would it not stop raining that night, but so began a week of biblical rain, resulting in much flooding.
After spending too much time holed up in a leaky tent, I awoke to the awe-inspiring beauty of Rocky Mountain National Park at sunrise. This is Chipmunk Lake.
I went up to Rocky Mountain National Park last weekend and backpacked. Needless to say, it was remarkable. I fully intend to go back before the weather gets too foul up at 10,000 feet.