On Monday I hiked in past a very popular I-90 lake to its upper companion. I took the older, steeper, now abandoned trail. Down in the woods, morning clouds were breaking up and gifted me this fine sight.
I had rather low expectations for the upper lake, which were met. There were smaller fish patrolling the lily pads, and some tiddlers swarmed my fly, but nothing worth sticking around for. Still; new country to me, and good to get out.
Spent a couple days on the west end swinging. Kinda in-between for run timing, knowing that my expectations were modest, couple small cutty's and a small dolly to hand with a missed grab or two. But man I love it out there when it's not prime time, nobody there, covered alot of ground tromping gravel and sand bars, no boot prints, no boats, total solitude. Will be a wholly different scene starting in a month or so.