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| no partners | | Left the Columbia River Gorge on the 1st, heading for Utah. Since it was still snowing in Idaho, I set my sights on the Strawberry Reservoir east of Provo, Utah. It's one of the premiere trout fishing lakes in the state and since I haven't fished in awhile, I wanted some good odds in my rusty favor.
It was a long drive. By the time I hit SLC, it was almost dark, so I basically had to finish the drive in the dark. That was kind of a bummer, because I'm certain that the mountain road I drove to get up to the reservoir was probably a beautiful drive. I knew that there was some dispersed camping in the area, and when I turned off at the reservoir highway, I proceeded to some of the areas. It was well over 10 pm and pitch black. I traveled several of the dirt roads, only to find that everybody else was dispersed camping and there were no spots available, I gave up, went back to the main turnoff and slept in the parking lot of the Forest Service Visitor Center. I was exhausted.
The next morning I went into the Visitor Center and got a ton of info on the area and the lake. I then went to the Reservoir itself and hit up the Marina. There was a really nice store there and a restaurant that served breakfast. Picked a store employee's brain for fishing reports and what they were biting on and then had some breakfast. After breakfast, it was time to get a line wet. Decided on a point and proceeded to get some fishing in. The weather was cloudy, very windy and threatened rain most of the day. The fishing reports were saying that due to the unseasonably cool temps, the fishing had been slow, but I ended up catching 2 Cutthroat Trout and a small kamikaze Rainbow. It was fun!
I stayed on that point the rest of the day and then as the light waned I figured I'd better go find a place to sleep. Going back towards the Marina, I saw a pull off along the road with a fire ring. At the time, I didn't see anything that said No Camping, so I pulled in, had some dinner and enjoyed some sweet views of the lake before I settled in for the night. |
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