Aaron is in the water on the left, Curtis is standing on shore keeping an eye on things on the right.
Waiting for the guys to get geared up.
Curtis, showing us his skills. You know numchuck skills, fishing skills....
Aaron checking out this gorgeous pool to see if there are any takers.
Who wouldn't want to fish with this scenery?
The view from the top of the rock cliff after Claire and I climbed back up to go home. We were told the really big ones started to bite after Claire and I left, just before dark. Likely story.
Wednesday: An all girls day so what did we do?? SHOPPING!! We toured both sides of Main Street Fernie with a stop for lunch and a little rest. It was so fun to do girly things with my mom, sister and niece. Again the guys were fishing.
Thursday: Aaron and I had a little one on one time. We really took our time, stopped in Sparwood (home of the worlds largest dump truck) for a light lunch then headed to Michelle Creek for a couple hours of fishing for Aaron, reading and photography for me.
We hiked a little down stream to find a good spot to work back to the car. This time I wore running shoes.
Ha HA, hooked into one!
Good sized beautiful colored cut throat trout.
Fishing near the railroad bridge.
FRIDAY: Was supposed to be a chill out in the river day after another trip to the Blue Toque but plans changed and I hopped in the truck with the guys to go find the Wigwam river. That thing is hard to find! Lets just say it took us two and a half hours to find it and 45 minutes to get home and we had THREE maps. If it weren't for Curtis' big truck we would never have gotten in or out.
The view down stream of the Wigwam from the parking spot.
Dad, Curtis and Daniel supporting each other as they wade across this swift river. Where was I you might ask? Standing back thinking that I could get across no problem. It wasn't until I was half way across, waist deep, and shaking so bad I wasn't sure I could take another step when I figured " I should have asked for help".
Curtis standing on the far bank of the river looking down into the water telling Dad where the fish are, how many of them are lurking down there and how big they are.
One of the very cool looking rocks you can find in this river. In addition to these patterns there are dark and light pink ones and blues ones. They were so pretty. I had been told about these rocks before we left Seattle which was one of the reasons I wanted to come see this place for myself.
To alleviate all your worries, I did make it across the river but Aaron helped me back to the truck. This is also one of two pictures of me on the whole trip. And in case you're wondering, yes, I do have a tan.
Dad fishing that hole that Curtis is coaching him on.
Aaron a little upstream fishing the first hole where he got a hit on his first cast.
Daniel sitting on a log, watching the action and trying to stay warm. We only had about an hour and half to get geared up, cross the river, fish and get back across before it got dark. And let me tell you, up in the mountains, wet to the waist as the sun goes down is NOT FUN. Note to self, get some damn waders you cheapskate.
I know this is hard to see but it is a picture of Curtis fishing the infamous Wigwam river. Near the end as is got close to dark, he grabbed a rod to try his luck.
Unfortunately, that evening our luck was used up on me getting across the river safely. Just before we left Daniel constructed this Inukshuk to help us find our way back should we ever return, thanks D.
1 comment:
that sounded like such a fun family holiday! I was all set to check out the blue toque when we're in Fernie this winter...but maybe not now...
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