Once the weather turns nice, Emily and I try to have a few days together each week to head out for a hike or camping, or one of those camping trips that I hijack as a fishing trip. She is usually cool with it cause she just enjoys sitting by the campfire reading a good book and lighting various small twigs on fire and giggling. As a nurse sometimes her weekends are a Wednesday and Thursday and when that happens sometimes my weekend is a Wednesday and a Thursday.
We headed up to a lake south of Mt. Hood and found a nice spot to chill out. Walking around the roads up there we came across this awesome meadow with a spring creek that can only be described as super fishy. Looking at the map it turns out that this is spring creek is the birthplace of the Clackamas River. Pretty cool to know that this 8 foot wide stream gains numerous other tributaires of the Clackamas, meets the Willamette, into the Columbia and out to sea. So while Matt was back at the shop working on Brian E's bike, I was tossing dry flies to these colorful brook trout and eating a yummy meatball marinara cooked on the cast iron skillet over the campfire! Thanks Matt.