The end of June had brought hot temperatures to the mountains after a cool end to spring. Tanner and I discuss frozen lakes and large patches of snow fields that could impede our ambition to fish and walk far enough to get away from it “all” for a few days. I took a glance or two at a set of maps and scratched my head to find a route in Holy Cross; during that tricky time period where illprepared snow scouting could potentially underachieve the goals of a trip. Spending these four days in Lake Creek was about as perfect of a trip as perfect could get.
