MOM’S IN TOWN, WE’RE GOING BACKPACKING
Well not really backpacking. More like we drive to Mammoth and walk from the dirt road to the lake, (really more like a pond.) Mom wanted to go to the park and have a picnic. Well, after talking about it we decided to go to Joffe Lake. That way I could fish and she could knit, (weather permitting.) It’s only about a mile off of the pavement and there are spawning Brook Trout in the shallows around the springs.
There will be a lot of kids but that’s OK. It shouldn’t be too squishy and there won’t be any carnivorous flies or mosquitoes this time of year. If it snows the fishing should be excellent. We’ll have to be noisy because the bears will be foraging for their Fall sleepy-time, and this is as close to Mammoth as they get – usually. We’re goin up there Friday or Saturday and I promise to take the camera.
I had some time after breakfast & did some surfing. The eastern establishment is sending a contigent to Big Sky Country. They have a fascination with the mountains around here – can’t say that I blame them. There is an interesting post about a first-time traveler packing and preparing to visit. The York Daily Record, (from Pennsylvania,) carries the article. He sounds like he’s well prepared; I like his selection of flies – very practical. A little of this and a little of that: I suspect that he will buy as many as he brought.
Mom brought some California wines and some from Argintina that she got at Trader Joe’s, (wish Montana would get one.) We’re going to have some Cornish Game Hens for dinner tomorrow and they need to marinade for 24 hours so I better get with it. I’ll post the recipe later, (or tomorrow – time not permitting.)
With a little luck Mom can handle the watching and I can go fishing. The sun is out and maybe I can elbow my way into the line at Barns #1.