A few days sandwiched between the nineties of summer make for glorious hiking and camping conditions. Rarely can one backpack on a mid sixty degree August afternoon. Imagine, summer hiking without breaking a sweat, what a luxury. Such was the weekend past.
And, like my last trip, bugs were a non issue. Two mosquitos lit on the back of my hand. That's right, two, the entire weekend. They took too long working up the nerve to bite and consequently were cheerfully squashed. Like the saying goes, snooze you lose. Being able to sit outside and in the tent with the screen door unzipped, sans bugs, was ok by me.
A few clouds and showers rolled through during the afternoon and evening. Barely enough to wet things down. The peaceful patter of raindrops on the tent fly made for a relaxing night.
And of course, a few nice fish iced the proverbial weekend cake.
Way back in 1910 a series of forest fires torched the Northern Rockies. Depending on the quoted source, the fires may have numbered in the thousands. Catastrophic winds at the most inopportune time coalesced many of the fires into a few huge ones. There was a great loss of life, property and timber. No doubt a lot of elk got barbecued too.
Well, one of the burned areas straddles the Montana and Idaho border. Appropriately known as the Great Burn, it's been considered as a candidate for wilderness designation. I hope that it receives some protection. It's a neat area.
Here are a few images from a overnight trip to the Montana side of the burn. The lead photo doesn't do justice to the overwhelming serenity of the morning.
Although I hiked alone, I had plenty of company. A pair of inquisitive hummingbirds hovered outside my open tent door while I sipped coffee at daybreak. Soon after, a moose announced its arrival by belly-flopping into the lake. Meanwhile, a grea…
Last week it was time for another quick road trip. Wanting to check out the brown drake hatch, I tried to get to Silver Creek earlier. They came and went. I didn't.
So, another good looking weather window opened. An opportunity to chase clear water, do a little camping. My tent erecting skills needed the practice.
The best thing about Silver Creek is getting there at sunrise and listening to the birds. I love watching the hills and valley light up with the first morning rays. Besides, what else is a guy supposed to do when he gets up at 4:30 and drinks all of the coffee?
First morning. Blue-winged olives. A smattering of PMD's. There was a flight of what looked to be white miller caddis like those seen on the Firehole in Yellowstone.
Fish? Loads of little ones. Most chased the white miller. A few on the olive. Best fish of the morning was a brown that mouthed a small rainbow. One credible brown ate the olive but it came loose when it rolled and I couldn't …