Trying to pack enough gear so we're prepared for anything and yet not making the packs too heavy for the boys is quite the balancing act.
The night seemed to take forever to pass because I was excited to be heading out, but eventually we were up and out the door. The ride through Southern Utah is enough to make anyone want to stop and take a few pictures.
The trailhead had some really cool looking (pretty...) flowers growing near it. After a few pics we ate our lunch and shouldered our packs for the hike in. It didn't seem like too much of a hike for me, but the boys had to stop and rest quite a bit. That's okay, since we were able to check out some of the area near the trail and even spotted a group of turkeys. Of course the views of the surrounding area were pretty amazing too.
Suddenly, the lake appeared below us as we crested a hill. It's beauty made even the boys forget about the sweat of the hike and the fish swimming along the shore made it even better for me. A break on shore seemed like the right thing to do and it didn't take long for me to catch my first fish from this area. Surprisingly, it was a rainbow. The fish weren't overly cooperative, but I did manage to catch a couple, including a decent brookie while the boys relaxed and played around on the rocks.
Soon we headed off around the lake in search of a campsite. Atley wanted to camp at the first available spot, but I pushed them onward in hopes of a camp off the trail and near a better spot for fishing. No one else seemed to be around at all. This was more surprising than the last time I was here because a local outdoors show had just aired an episode about this area. No complaints here! We found an awesome site that could've handled a much bigger group than us. Instead of setting up camp right that minute, we headed down to the water to see if we could catch dinner. Seemed like the size of fish was much smaller here, so it took some time to find a decent fish to keep.
We didn't have any kind of stringer, so after dispatching the fish we tied it up to some line to keep it in the water and as fresh as possible. While I kept on fishing and trying to get one for dinner, Caden spotted the fish that had somehow gotten off the string. Atley didn't hesitate to jump in and grab it. Luckily for him the sun was still warm enough to dry his clothes before we headed up to get camp set. The small tent for the boys and my hammock went up quickly and soon I was cooking dinner. The only other people we saw that night were two hikers that passed our camp on their way to another lake a little further in (maybe next time for us...). After we ate our fish and Top Ramen dinner we cleaned up the best we could and made sure to purify some water for the hike out.
Atley's been real nervous in the woods since our bear encounter a couple of years ago (read about that trip HERE). So we stayed up pretty late talking (so he wouldn't imagine too much while lying in bed). Caden had no such worries and headed off to bed pretty early on, after doing some bigfoot calls of course. When we finally did decided it was time to try and get some shut eye I discovered that how I had hung my hammock wasn't going to let me to get much sleep. So we all ended up sleeping in the tent which made Atley happy, but it was a bit cramped. The morning came pretty early, but we took our time making breakfast and breaking camp (oatmeal tastes better in direct correlation to the altitude at which you eat it). The camp was really clean when we arrived so we made sure to keep it that way when we left.
On our way back out we stopped by where I had first fished the day before. Atley had a fish follow his fly in but he pulled it out of the water before he realized the fish was there. So he dropped the fly back into the water and watched a nice brook trout slam it. Of course, Atley landed the fish un hooked it, and promptly dropped it back into the water without letting me get a picture of it. A couple of minutes after that a scout troop showed up and let us know that it was time to leave (not that they were rude or anything, just loud). They had used a few horses to pack their gear in with and so Caden took the opportunity to pet his first horse.
On the way out we passed another scout troop and some other hikers (we timed our trip well!) and were back to the truck in an hour. On the way Caden fell and scraped his knee. Understandably, he cried a little but I couldn't help but laugh when he assured me that Mom was going to be really mad at me for this! Nothing that drinks and ice-cream sandwiches couldn't make him forget.
Hope you're as lucky,