ALWAYS Take the Road Less Traveled: Some of My Friends Are a Little "Fishy"!

Dave "wets a line" at North Picket Pin Lake.

Hooray for friends! While Dan and I certainly don't mind doing what we do by ourselves, it's even more fun when our friends come along. Saturday morning, we were joined at our favorite campsite near Nye by four friends who came to ride Picket Pin with us.

The weather was pretty chilly for the first week of August. The tops of the mountains were socked in, and for a while, I really thought we might get snowed on. (Hey, it's happened before... Maybe someday I will do a "throwback" post on our climb to Silver Run Peak.) Our friends Leroy and Nona were in the lead, and they took us down a trail that we had never before traveled. At the end of the trail, we came to a beautiful little lake. The sun was finally starting to burn through the clouds, but a layer of mist hovered over the lake. Dave and Ronny could hardly get their fishing poles out fast enough. Of course, Dan and I were equally eager to get out the cameras. After a little bit, Dave had to admit that this lake appeared to be more of a photo op than a fishing op.

The lake was absolutely still, and the reflections
were as much fun to photograph as the surroundings.

We finally tore ourselves away from the lake and resumed our ride to the top. The view from there, Iron Mountain, was panoramic, and while the mountains were hazy, we could see for miles in every direction. We then dropped back down a little, circumnavigated another hill, and splashed through a creek before ascending Chrome Mountain. This is another 10,000 ft peak with million dollar views.

Apparently, fishing is a
dangerous sport! ;)

By now, it was late afternoon, so we started back down the mountain. Ron and Dave had one more chance to land a fish when we reached the bridge over Picket Pin Creek, but the fish remained elusive. However, the fact that the guys came home "fishless" didn't seem to diminish their enjoyment of the day. (That is one thing to be said for photography: we did not leave empty-handed.) Oh well, the fish will be there another outing.