Frozen Fish

Jeb was in town, hot to fish. We thought Heather Lake being low in elevation might offer some easy access and good fishing. Nope.



This hike is very close to Lake 22, so it started in some awful post-clearcut monoculture, dark and dead but for the lodgepole pines, but halfway in gave way to old growth and some big beautiful trees.



The whole day was a soggy mess. We started hiking in the rain, and with the rain a warm front moved in, so even when the clouds cleared the trees were shedding snow in wet drops and mushy clumps of snow that would plop on our heads. It was unique and fun, knowing we would be dry in town later that day.



Finally after all the wet slogging the lake appeared and was mostly frozen over. The whole vista was spectacular.



The snow was shedding off the cliffs as well as the trees, sounding like thunder. Every few minutes rivers of snow would come down over different sections of the cliffs, sometimes in streams like a river of snow, and other times in a in a big booming tongue, clouding up.



Jeb and Matt got their lines wet anyway.