Oh yes! I got to go this year!!! My dad makes an annual trip into the Unitahs for about a week. He packs in on the mules and "roughs it" while there. I didn't go last year becuase Lucy was only about a month old (I considered it...), so I was so excited to go this year. I like to do the menu and cook while I'm there, so I chose my dishes, made my list, bought all the needed goods, packed them up and headed to my parents. We left on Wednesday morning, packed the mules, and headed down the trail (I guess UP would be more accurate).
Gordy leading up the trail; Uncle Doyle followed leading a pack horse and baby; Harold was caboose.
When we arrived at camp and got set up, I looked and looked for dinner....uh oh...didn't get packed. When I got home 4 days later, I found it in my freezer (I forgot to grab it)...I think I'm fired.
Needless to say, we fished:
Look at my fish...it was the largest one I caught!
It was a great trip - no wrecks, no injuries, no meat (my bad), but we fished! We rode to Ryder Lake and Amethyst Lake and looked for a phantom lake that I think was a typo on the map - never found it...maybe next time...On Saturday, (after a Friday afternoon of rain) between rain showers, we packed up and headed home.
Coming down the mountain
Good place to rest a minute - talk to the hikers at the trail fork.
It was a great trip, Dad! Thanks to Dad, Uncle Doyle, and Harold for being to easy-going about the food (no pork chops, no burgers, but we had fish!)...I owe ya!
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You don't even eat fish, do you?....nothin' like a low protein diet!
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