On the way of our 20 hour drive, Cassidy and I stopped at the bridge of Lees Ferry. The spot is famous because it was the only crossing for Mormon honeymooners traveling to St George temple. The Colorado River crossing was one that I had previously fished in the spring (see Lees Ferry article) this article has not been created yet but is way cool....trust me! The tail water begins at Lake Powell or Glenn Canyon Dam and goes through the Grand Canyon.
Here is a look at the river. The rafts are embarking on a Ione week or two week trip down the Grand Canyon, I got the privileged of doing that trip one time as a dishwasher...but that's another story.
On the way we also had some fun with the manikin police officer in Hatch, Utah. The Manikin is designed to be put in this old truck to deter speeders..ha ha
After the 20 hour drive we finally started backpacking. Here is the motley crew.
The first day we hiked to this lake and had a beautiful camp sight right on the lake.
The next day we had decided that we would hike to the inlet of the next lake and take day trips to Windy Lake. I set up camp only to find out that the rest of the knuckleheads decided to camp at a mosquito infested swamp previously used by some horse campers. This is my cite that I couldn't convince the others to go to so I moved after the night and camped in the swamp with the horse turds.
My "nice" camp
the next day we hiked up to Windy Lake. I had caught one golden on the stream near Cleveland Lake the night before so we knew that there would be Goldens in the stream. Here is some pics.
The Stimis were the trick for the Brookies and the Goldens.
Once we got to Windy Lake it was Beautiful!!!
The Goldens were spawning and I finally caught one on a Golden Scud but not as big as we had hoped for. The Goldens in the Lake had also been crossed breaded quite a bit with regular Rainbows and didn't have the color of the Goldens we were after. Here is the biggest one of the trip.
We took some pics near the Lake and went up one other day. This is my main man Zach...he's a stud fisherman.
and Cassidy again.
On the way back, I let Scott take the camera and he found some pretty scary things in the woods. I'll spare you some other images that could leave you scared for life....ever seen a pimple infested hairy ars before?
Fishing the river with his dad is Scott and Zach.
This hole provided my best catch for the week. I called the shot and dropped my line, "on the rock" (to prevent drag from the swift current) and "into the pool" with the fly and "catch the fish." I couldn't retrieve the fish though because I hadn't planned on it going down the river into the crevasse that I was fishing from.
From another pool
The The Golden trout were beautiful but not the size we had anticipated. The spot is more of a local's weekend retreat than the backcountry solitude that we had planned for. In the backcountry you have got to pay the price of admission to get the" big ones." 
Only Four days into the trip, some of the "Whooped" crowd had to get home to their wifeys. Cassidy and I decided to go to Yellowstone instead of stay by ourselves and catch more little fish.
We saw buffalo,
Had a campfire...everywhere else we had been had been a no burn zone so we were excited!
and were having a great time 'till I realized that it was my Anniversary the next day.....so we raced home to save the day....not to mention the marriage ;0)
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