The Green On The Green

The Green River is Utah's classic blue-ribbon trout stream. I've fished it many times in my past. 

Brent Greenhalgh is a fine and firm fly-fishing friend of mine. I've fished with him many times in the past

It was a true joy to combine these two "greens" into one mega-trip.

I have fished the Green River several times before. These trips usually consist of day trips wading on Section A from the Flaming Gorge Dam downstream or from Little Hole Take-Out upstream; on rare occasions, I've also fished from a boat working our way through Section A.  I've also fished downstream from Little Hole to the Indian Crossing Take-Out on Section B. In fact, last year we did that trip in the same day, but that was with several kids making fishing from the boat chaotic to say the least. But never have I been able to fish both Section A and Section B as a dedicated and extended fishing trip with a camping session in the middle of it. 

I pitched the idea to Brent and he like it.  We would definitely need his Fly  Craft fishing vessel to make this work.  So we found a weekend with decent weather, loaded up the fly craft, and went for it. 

At the Dam Launch Point, Section A awaiting.

Fly Craft, fully loaded and bogged down.

The first day was tough spotty fishing for sure. Brent hooked up immediately on a cricket pattern. Then things went silent for a few miles These fish are both finicky and fickle.  I did have a nice hook-up on a rapid section but we had to pull it through the rapids, where it broke me off unfortunately. Really, I am surprised I didn't break my rod on that section. Then finally Brent did get a nice hook-up later on with his own streamer pattern that we were both stoked on.  This was probably the fish of the trip. It was amazing to learn that the big fish were most active on streamer takes in choppy, semi-shallow water. This was because the fish had little time to be "finicky and fickle" when their meal is moving past them quickly. It's "eat now or go hungry for winter" for those fish, in those instances.  So we learned that streamer fishing is best in choppy water situations.

All smiles after a nice 18" trout take in some choppy water. 

The most exciting event for me on Day 1 was when I took an un-wanted and un-expected dip in the frigid waters of the Green River. I was fishing off the bow. Brent was handling the oars in the stern. We were in a sort of boulder field. Then suddenly we hit a submerged pillow. This is defined as a large boulder that is barely submerged under water. Boats that are loaded up with weight are more likely to strike such submerged boulders. And strike this one we did! It literally de-cleated me and launched me straight off the Fly Craft and immersed me in about 4' deep waters of the Green. I was wet and shocked, but ultimately able to dry off and keep moving. Many things could have gone worse here: 1) hit a rock with my head, 2) break my rod, 3) break my neck or back or leg or arm, and 4) drown if the water had entered my waders faster and deeper, ultimately dragging me down.  I am so grateful that none of this happened to me!

This experience caused me to reflect on the Spiritual Rock Pillows and Spiritual Shark Fins that we hit on our journey through life when we get complacent.  We contemplated this that night at our campsite around the fire.  We learned a lot about how to read water depths while still getting the fisherman on good water. It was an honest discussion.  We committed to doing better the next day on team navigation and team fishing. 

A well-kept and well-timed camp site on Section B - Sand Camp.

A Gorgeous Morning Sunrise from Sand Camp

The next day started off with an amazing sunrise, followed by a delicious stream side breakfast.

 Then we got dialed in on some fish on the river after some trial and error. I was very grateful to have the spin rod with me. The fish were being extra fickle this day with no real luck on terrestrials, dries, or nymphs, and only a few non-committal follows on the streamer. So we tried one of the most trusty lures of all time: The Jakes Spin-A-Lure. It saved us.

We each caught a few fish on the Jakes as we worked our way down through Section B and low crowds. Best of all, neither one of us got thrown back in the river during that Section! 

After releasing one of Green's nice Browns below Red Creek Rapids.

 The entire day culminated with a brief rain shower and high winds, followed by some fast fishing action. The Jakes Spin-A-Lure really did result in many nice takes on Day 2. All in all, it was an amazing adventure with a great friend. We both learned a lot about handling the boat, reading the water, and fishing the right kind of water with the right kind of fly. 

Fishing the Flats.

The Last Cast of the Trip Resulted in the Last Trout of the Trip - Lucky Me..

The Best Ski Day of The Year - Photo Evidence

 2020 - Interesting Times. 

To add even more evidence  to the "interesting times" we all experienced in 2020, the skiers and snow-lovers of the state of Utah know that the 2020-2021 winter has also been equally interesting. We had a fantastic start around Thanksgiving Weekend with a nice series of powder storms. I took full advantage by   heading up to Baldy Shoulder for some great early-season turns (despite one hard turn on a rock). I thought that storm was the start of what was to be fantastic ski  year. So did a lot of hopeful skiers.

Turns out... it wasn't. 

It was just a "flash in the pan."

After that late-November powder, we literally went on nearly a 3 month snow drought here along the Wasatch.  All of the big ski holidays were duds when it came to powder.  Christmas was brown and dull from an outdoor color perspective. New Years was boring from a weather perspective. Martin Luther King Day was dry from a precip perspective. Granted, we got a few skiffs of weather periodically, a trace of powder here, a couple of inches there, but no big storms to speak of.  Accumulation was slow to occur. We fell behind on the snowpack averages across the state.

Until Valentines Day Weekend. Powder at last - and lots of it. A classic northwest flow brought snow into Utah that started warm, and then finished cold. It gave the storm snow that springy "full body bounce" on the bottom and "cold smoke" on the top. The result was blower pow.  I had forgotten how important the very cold temperatures are to maintaining fresh powder quality and prevent consolidation. 

Lingo and I connected early to hit Peak 10,420 Backside at the Top of Guardsman's Pass on Saturday February 27, 2021. The storm finished the night before and the morning was bitter cold with broken skies and filtered light throughout the day. I have had some of my finest and funnest back country ski days at Peak 10,420 over the past few seasons, especially relative to other options in Big Cottonwood Canyon. So I try and make it a point to ski this area at least once a season. 

This year did not disappoint. 

We  got up there early and as luck would have it, we had the back side mountain to ourselves. We left around noon, just as a dozen people were arriving from 3-4 different ski parties. The smiles on our faces told them we had just had an amazing morning and they were "late to the party."

Quite simply: it was the best day of the year. All the elements of fresh snow depth, snow density, stable sub-surface, low wind speed, low air temps, safe riding conditions, and lack of crowds made it the best day yet.  It will be one I won't forget soon.

Here is the photo-evidence that backs up this claim. Enjoy!

Me working my way towards the top.

John at the top of the second lap.

...In The White Room!

Springing through the fluff.

Yes, there was powder down my throat here, one of the best feelings around.

I had the "perma-grin" going on today...

...as did Lingo, during the transition.

Admiring our artwork on the 10420 Backside. The weather was all over the map.

Thank you, trusted Kilowatt friends, for another amazing day you gave me.

The (Real) Top of Utah

 There exists a marathon called the Top of Utah (TOU) Marathon. While this is a beautiful run down Blacksmith Fork Canyon in Cache Valley, the name has always confused me a bit. Why? Because Blacksmith Fork Canyon is NOT the top of Utah. Kings Peak is! At 13,528 feet above sea level, it is undoubtedly the champion summit in Utah. Aptly named, you feel like a king while standing on top of Kings Peak.

Rather than tell the whole story of the last-second planning with Shawn, the gnarly meal from the night before, the fitful and snore-filled rest in the tent, the run through the gorgeous meadows, and the scramble across the world's (or state's) largest scree field, I will "begin with the end in mind", as Stephen Covey once taught. I will start with the end - the summit! I'm feeling non-chronological and non-linear in this blog post, just to mix it up. It keeps things interesting anyways.

Shawn, with Lake Atwood in the distant background.

Shawn and I were truly relieved to finally  make it up here after our morning run, not to mention the campout and the long drive just to get to the trailhead.  The weather was perfect: no wind, no rain, no lightning (important at this altitude), and cool-ish temps. This summit took some work, but it was worth it!

For me it was return to a hike I had seen only as a youth (14 years old) when we came to Lake Atwood for our High Adventure Campout. I remember decades ago that good old Troop 498 sponsored an amazing backpacking trip to this area with my amazing Scoutmaster Vern Utley and fellow scouts Jamie Utley, Gabe Utley, Matt Utley, Jared Cornia, Tyler Nixon, John Buchanan, and Matt Wade. We came up through the Chain Lakes and over Atwood Pass to Lake Atwood. Here we caught many nice brook trout all day long.

For Shawn, it was an old bucket-list item spurred by the Wasatch Wranglers Running Club. We were shocked by the crowds we found up at this elevation. I guess the window to summit (walk, run, backpack, or crawl) is really on 8 weeks out of the year. And by mid-August that window is already beginning to close. So we probably saw 30 other people on the trail coming up here. 

Summit Selfie (not a great one).

Shawn navigating the endless scree field.

The (anti-climatic) destination looms.

One would think the highest point in Utah looks more sheer; it does from the other side.

The life forms up here consist of small wildflowers, squirrels, gray jays, and a few mosquitoes. That life is sustained by a few water springs that exist in this sub-basin you can see in the picture above.  These springs proved vital to our success as there is no other water from Anderson Pass on to the summit and we didn't have a lot of it left in our minimalist running packs anyways. Anderson Pass is the low point shown on the right side of the picture above.

The vast Uintas, from the Kings Peak Summit.

While standing on the summit, I counted 5 different approaches to Kings Peak. So much to explore up here! It was truly an endless horizon of mountains in all directions. So much to explore and so very quiet. Here is the view to the west.

Amazing cliff band in upper Painter Basin, framed by the classic Utah Blue Sky.

Emerging from Painter Basin

Still fresh at mile 5, relatively early in the day.

The full blowout of the Topos, some of my favorite trail shoes. 

Getting artistic on the trail

From Gunsight Pass

On the way down from Anderson Pass, I decided to take a small detour loop by running through Painter Basin and back up to Gunsight Pass to meet back on the main trail. Shawn was good with this brief separation and he fortunately only had to wait for about 5 minutes at Gunsight Pass before I met up with him again. This basin felt very remote and refreshing as I didn't see another soul while I was on this detour run. After slow-moving through the scree fields, it was really nice to be able to move well again on some very runnable trails. They were so runnable, in fact, that I took a hard fall on one corner where I got a bit over-exuberant. I kept thinking how I wished I had time to explore these different basins such as Painter, Atwood, and Anderson. But alas we had to get back to the Henry's Fork Trailhead where this all began at 5 am. 

The world's largest cairn @ Gunsight Pass. 

Shawn enjoying the Gunsight view

Long-distance trail runners always have to keep moving it seems because often the clock is the nagging enemy, for better or for worse. It's something I like and dislike about trail running actually.

Upper Henry's Fork

The Henry's Fork drainage is a vast series of meadows and gently rolling hills, dotted by lakes such as Dollar Lake and Henry's Lake. It is deceptively flat through most of it, such that you don't appreciate the fact that you are at 10,000' elevation for the majority of this section.

Middle Henry's Fork

We worked our way down through these meadows and finally found ourselves back at the car. The Wranglers were having their traditional chili cook-off, which was a nice touch to a long but rewarding day on the trail.  All in all it was a beautiful 20+ mile day. 

 

Shawn's ice bath in the Henry's Fork Creek

My turn for the same

Some cold specialty soda as a reward.

All in all Kings Peak was worth every alpine accolade it had received. I want to go back and try one of the 6 different approaches to that Peak, including ones that perhaps represent the "road less traveled."

Panorama View of Upper Henry's Fork

P.S. Here is a picture of some flesh and blood from a fall on a recovery run the next day. 

It hurt as bad as it looks.

Beautiful Henry's Fork Basin, and Gunsight Pass, up ahead.