Fish Lake

My next stop was Fish Lake.. good for.. fishing…hopefully.

Here were some pics on the way. The thing about Utah is you know immediately you are in Mormon country. There are very few labelled coffee shops, the liquor stores seem to be all called the ’utah state liquor store’ and I suspect they are *highly* regulated if not actually state run. Further, all the libraries thus far have required passwords and so it has been harder to find wifi. Mormon churches are aplenty and it seems that a very high percentage of the signs which decorate good views describe mormon related history. It is enough for me to want a beer, and I would find an appropriate one later.

Polygamy Porter. Why have just one !

A Mormon Church. They aren’t all this size naturally. I didn’t stop to see the story.

Ron Paul: 1. Mitt Romney: 0.

Church of later day cheapskates.

On teh dirt road.

Fish Lake in the morning. I arrived too late for photos. I parked illegally at a nice hidden trailhead. I don’t think it much matters, almost no one is around these days. You wanna know why? 7 degrees that night. Farenheit. 7. Ouch. I was in full mummy mode and was fine. Sadie thawed fairly early the next day.

I placed her in a good spot for this photo. It works well and she was in the sun for reheating.

Most of the lake was frozen around the edges in the morning so I thought my fishing hopes were dashed, but a couple hours into daylight I found a nice spot where a brook emptied into the lake. Fish were hitting the surface left and right. It was with great skill I managed to dodge their many hungry mouths. Sadie, meanwhile, finally succeeded in making her first kill. It might be hard to see but she dug out a ground squirrel nice and comfy in his sleep and left it bloody in the snow. Good dog.

I dunno why but I liked this iced rock which looked like a jellyfish swimming upstream.

A free beer for anyone who can figure out what this is. On the 7 degree night I dreamt of being kidnapped by UFOs and this was on the camera the next day.

So I headed up one of the hillsides surrounding the lake for a better view. I love just picking a direction and going. That may have been this guy’s strategy too.. who knows. But he had lost his head somewhere.

I’ve had an endoscopy before, but the pics weren’t quite like this.

This was quite a nasty corpse with an active maggot population. It reeked. Sadie started picking at a piece. That’s when we left.

Dew on the pine. This is a class of pictures I’d like to expand on.

View from the top. Feels good to get to the top and crack out a powerbar. Sadie has grown a sense for when we have ‘arrived’ at a destination. If we stop beforehand she’ll whimper with impatience.

So I decided in the end that I didn’t want to spend hours shore-fishing and I didn’t want another 7 degree night. I don’t know if the antifreeze and oil are right in the truck for that. So I headed further East thinking maybe for Colorado or Green River as a target but got derailed on the way. Next Post…