The Day After

Angler fishes for cutthroat trout, Thompson Lake, Spanish Peaks, Montana.

Back to August, and a brief follow-up to my previous post.  Summer had regained its rightful place on the calendar.  It was hard to believe that I'd slogged through several inches of snow just twenty four hours earlier. After a spending a chilly, restless night in the confines of my bivy, I was eager to get up and get going.

By August, the sun rises a little later.  The mornings are slower to warm.  But the sun eventually touches the valley floor.  When it's calm, its heavenly. 

Rising cutthroats dimpled the surface of the placid lake.  A fisherman's invitation.  The fish were good hosts and willingly came to the fly.  I circled the lake, picking off cruising fish. When I reached my starting point below camp, a repeat circumnavigation of the lake was unnecessary. The catching had been easy. I'd already caught my fill. I was content then, to revel in the morning, just as I am now, looking back at these photos.

So here's to alpine lakes and cutthroat trout.  And let's not forget the dreamy days of summer that make it possible to get there. A toast.

Thompson Lake, Spanish Peaks, Montana.

Summit Lake, Spanish Peaks, Montana.


Bill Trussell said…
Absolute beautiful area there, that makes one yearn for warmer weather. Thanks for sharing
Lester Kish said…
Thanks Bill, just what I was thinking. Warm weather and the beauty of alpine areas. There's such a small snow free window to get up there.
rivertoprambles said…
Wow, I'll drink to that this snowy morning, with some hot coffee, and a dream to fish for cutts at a place like that. Thanks!
Lester Kish said…
A cup of coffee here too Walt, albeit without the snow. The cutts are waiting. Bring on July!