Although the Walls couldn't make it up to Utah this year for the annual Uinta trip I decided to keep the new tradition alive since it's such a great trip! No, I didn't go alone; I don't think all the arguing in the world would ever convince Millie to let me do that - I might get eaten by an imaginary bear or something. No big deal, I'd rather have some company anyway so I invited a few friends. My brother-in-law Brandon was the only one of those friends that could make it and I was glad to have him along!
The hike in was great. We started the hike around 1030am on Monday; perfect weather. We took our time with the 2.5 mile hike to our camping spot on the west side of Betsy Lake and set up camp before heading out to "Walter's Hole" to get a little fishing in.
It was a good first day of fishing as I reeled in this BEAUTIFUL 21+ inch brook trout!! She was big, fat and feisty with teeth that matched her temper.
Although that was the only catch from Walter's Hole that day, I think Brandon was almost as happy to see such a fish as I was to catch it... well, maybe not quite as excited. Still, it made for a great start to the fishing trip. Oh, and for those of you that might be wondering, I let the fish go. Something that big and beautiful needs to all the chances it can take to pass on those genes and ensure good fishing for my children someday!
When we got back from Walter's Hole I was so exhausted (and a little dehydrated) from the day's activities that I got a killer migraine... so bad in fact it made me vomit - four times. Then I lied down and took a two hour nap. When I got up, we went fishing some more at Betsy Lake. That night, Brandon and I were exhausted so we ate our Mountain House dinners (delicious!!!) and hit the sack. The night sky was crystal clear and moonless so the stars were out in full force. I can't remember the last time I saw the milky way so bright, so vivid, all the way across the sky!!!! We couldn't figure out what it meant! :)
The forest was absolutely silent, so ANY noise we did hear tended to wake us up, it's hard to sleep soundly when you're that vulnerable to the forces of nature.
The next day we got up early (for Brandon) and headed Betsy for some fishing. I caught a good sized cutthroat trout but Brandon's luck wasn't making for much of a fishing trip still. I decided to take him to the ace-in-the-hole fishing spot of the Granddaddy Basin - Shadow Lake. It was everything I promised him it would be. We caught a fish with EVERY cast; lost count after 20 or so. A few of the fish we pulled out, gutted and fire roasted right there by the lake - can't get any fresher than that. It was Brandon's first time cleaning his own fish, and his first time cooking and eating one over a fire like that. The fish from Shadow aren't huge, but they're delicious and fun to catch!
After a few hours of catching fish after fish we decided to make the trek back to camp for a rest before heading back to Walter's Hole. On our way back to camp, we took a short cut up the side of a cliff on the way back to camp and, being boys, we could resist to roll a few boulders from the top. We got a few REALLY big ones to get some good momentum, but didn't think to video until after we had run out of the big boulders to roll - but we got a few vids of some of the smaller ones.
We got back to camp, took a nap, then headed back out to try our luck one more time at Walter's Hole. It wasn't looking very good as we could see ANYTHING surfacing or swimming around out in the crystal clear water. Then, all of a sudden, Brandon got a bite! I rushed over to help him land it and take pictures. Another beautiful big brook trout! Not quite as big as the one I caught the day before, but not much smaller either. After pictures, we let his fish go as well.
It seems Walter's Hole will only give up one fish per day, because the remaining few hours of fishing resulted in nothing.
That night we made a huge hot fire to celebrate as we talked about the trip's accomplishments. Both Brandon and I had caught more fish than we bothered to count AND our own personal record fish as well. We could go home happy.
Note: Just for an idea of how big my fish was, the
Utah state record for a brook trout (catch and release) is 23" caught by Travis L. Clark on 12/06/97 at Boulder Mountain. Next time I go up there, I'm bringing a tape measure, not just my arm and a camera.
It was a good thing we had such a good day yesterday. This morning, we got up, went to fish at Betsy (because it's the closest in proximity to our campsite) but after a few hours of casting and reeling with no fish to land or release, we decided to call it a day, head back to clean up camp and head home.
I really look forward to next years trip!
Other trip highlights:
There was snow up there this year! Quite a bit. I went sliding down it on West Granddaddy Mountain.
The bugs were RIDICULOUS!!! The past two years I don't remember then being ANY bugs. This year the mosquitoes and mutant flies were out in full force. The mosquitoes wouldn't leave Brandon alone and the flies seemed to think my head was some sort of playground. So annoying!
Rolling boulders was great, a first time experience for Brandon, and something that never gets old for the boy child in all of us!
The Basin was pretty much empty. There were only two other cars at the trail head when we came in - camping in that much solitude is something everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime.

The weather was PER-FECT!!! An occasional puffy cloud during the day to keep the sun at bay, temps in the high 70s - low 80s, and the clearest moonless nights at night with lows in the mid 40s. We took the fly cover off the tent last night and slept "under the stars" since Brandon's tent is full mesh from about 8" off the ground and all the way around without the fly on.
It's always fun to see big game in the wild. We saw several deer (mostly does - female deer, not "does" as in "that does it") and a fawn and one big buck.
I hate the English language.
Anyway, a great trip! Looking forward to next year!!!