"Take only memories, leave only footprints."
One of my favorite past times (next to hiking of course) is fishing. It is even better if a hike is involved. I especially like remote mountain lakes or rivers. Butts Lake is a favorite destination dating back to childhood. As a young feller in my 20's my dad and I had Wednesdays off in the summer. Each week we would load up our little 8' aluminum boat on a bicycle wheel rack and drag it up to Butts. We had some great times and made memories that will never be lost. Dad is gone now, but I still often return and still enjoy it like yesterday.
Wildflower show on the way up the trail.
Passing Little Eggleston Lake
Colorado Columbines - my favorite wildflower.
Butts Lake - the fishing was poor. But the scenery and flood of memories was priceless. I had an unusual treat of a fighter jet going back and forth across the mountain. Since Butts is tucked in against the Craig's Crest cliffs, there were times I wouldn't even hear him coming. He was very low and the rumble would make me jump every time. Hey....maybe he scared the fish! Who knows? It was a great day anyway.
Part of the problem may have been that it was so still. The water was like a mirror. That usually does not bode well for fishing.
But, all in all, there was no way to find fault in this day. Thank you Lord!