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The upstream portion was slightly deeper. I caught about 30 brookies. 3 of them made it to my frying pan.
I was halucinating at night due to the elevation change. I kept twisting and turning and shaking my head. I wasn't sure whether I'm dreaming or whether I just have a big headache.
I felt better in the morning but the altitude had an effect on my physical well being. Every activity felt like a lot of work. Just tying my shoelaces left me out of breath.
I made strawberry granola for breakfast. I barely ate the whole package. Normally I could eat it but not today.
I was on the trail around 8AM heading towards Washakie Pass.
Dad's lake. I could not ask for a better place to camp. Here is my tent. I cooked dinner and then fished for about 30 minutes. The fish did not want my flies but I found out if I twitched a deer hair caddis a little I was able to entice them to bite. I caught 3 small brookies in 8" range. I cooked dinner downhill from my tent on the lake shore. I also did essential laundry and prepared to spend my first night at the Winds.
After fishing I started hiking againg. Here I passed Mirror Lake. Walking along the shore I noticed a few brookies in the 12 inch range. Because I just finished fishing the creek I did not fish this lake but continued climbing higher into the Wind River Range. It was getting late and I wanted to find a suitable place to break camp.
Here is one of the brookies from Fish Creek. The creek was overloaded with fish. It did not take a lot of finesse to pick them up. As long as the presentation was drag free and the angler was out of the view you had a fish guarranteed. I usually looked for feeding rings and then cast the dry a few feet upstream. I released all of the fish back into the water.
This creek was boiling with fish. I looked at the map. They named it Fish Creek. Let's try it out then. I caught about 10 small but nice brookies on Grizzly Adams #16. I did not fish for long. Perhaps 15 minutes. A party of 4 horses and cowboys passed by. This is the American West and I loved it.
Another transition between forest and meadow. This meadow eventually led to another brook called Fish Creek. I caught my self thinking more about whether I'm affected by the high altitute. I don't know if it was a good or a bad thing.
This innocent looking trickle was boiling with fish when I was crossing it. I could not resist to take my backpack off and set up my fly rod for first fishing experience. I went on all four to reduce my visibility and pulled out about 6 brookies. The brookies appeared stunted. There wasn't a brookie larger than 8 inches. But the color of the fish was magnificent. Deep dark blue with gorgeous red and orange spots, orange bellies mixed with pearl white.
The trail wasn't steep. It was nicely meandering between sandy coniferous areas and meadows like this. This guy was filtering drinking water and the hikers were just returning from their 3 day hiking trip. The smell of pine sap was in the air.
The road to Big Sandy was long and bumpy. I was ready to get out of the car and start walking. The surroundings looked dry and ready for a forest fire. Rick dropped me of at the trailhead and wished me good luck. I started at elevation 9120feet.
I headed out towards Dad's Lake by taking a left at this fork in the road. I could have chosen Cirque of Towers but I've been warned that everyone goes there. I wasn't ready for the crowds at this juncture.
DAY 2. Tthe outdoor shop shuttled me to the Big Sandy trailhead. Rocket Rick (his hockey nickname) gave me all kind of useful info during the 2 hour drive. At this place he also showed me the tracks from the Oregon Trail that are still visible to this day.
I have stopped at 3 places to buy batteries for my camera but none of them carried them. I was beginning to worry that I won't be able to photograph my journey.
Fallers General Store is where I found batterries for my camera. I was all set with supplies. It is time to head out for the hills.