by Jim Dickens, a trout bum not a hippie
This an old draft post from September of 2020. I am posting for posterity.
My wife, Lori, does not buy my excuse that,” I don’t want to let my friends down” or “this is the trip of a life time”, anymore. She rightly accuses me of instigating, persuading or planning many adventures to a point it is hard to back out. We made a pact this year that I would not string too many together and be away for more than a couple of weeks at a time. After this fall, Lori, again rightly, pointed out that if I return for just a few days between two week trips it doesn’t count. Well maybe next year, I’ll get it right.
In the middle of my second two week stint, at noon on September 7th, my Trout Unlimited friend John and I drove off the high mountain dirt roads of Gunnison to Dutch John, Utah in my beloved Honda Ridgeline. We ventured lower and hotter, over 90 F, in t-shirts, shorts, and sandals heading north along the west slope of Colorado. We drove past a many acre commercially farmed pot field at one point. John and I didn’t stop as we already have enough vices. At 3 pm the heated air got hazier and hazier. We found ourselves driving through forrest fire smoke thick enough to make the 3 pm sun turn orange. The fires Lori and I saw when driving to the Utah canyons in August never went out and were surging again.
The smoke abated and we drove up into the Utah’s Uintah mountains. We traveled up over mountain passes on twisty roads in the middle of nowhere. It was very picturesque with a mule deer here and a pronghorn antelope there. As we gained altitude the smoke returned again and was so thick the smell of smoke filled the truck interior. Less publicized fires were burning in Utah as well.
At 7 pm, we reached our final destination with the smoke clear. John and I met my good friend Pete, the best fisherman I know. He was supposed to have his younger, hilarious, investment banker, brother, Tristram along but scheduling conflicts came up. Due to a funky weather forecast, John took Pete’s rent a car to Salt Lake an not stay on, leaving hard core Jim and Pete.
We tried hard to reduce costs but our reservations for 4 needed to be cancelled 15 days in advance. So Pete and I would have large individual cabins and dedicated guides.
So just after labor day the temperature went from a high of 90 F on the 7th to 24 F on the 8th when I awoke. We went to shop to see what was up with fishing and it was cancelled due to 60 mile per hour wind gusts on the river. Temperatures and winds for the following day we supposed to be mid 30’s with gusts to 25 mph. Begrudginly the manager refunded our money for the first day of fishing but said we were going the second day.
Dam and reservoir
Dutch John is in the Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area. Below a massive dam erupts the Green River looking as perfect a western trout river as you could imagine. Above the dam is an equally massive reservoir. Weather systems are funky here as the east west Uinta mountain range butts into the north south Wasatch range. The fishing was cold and windy and excellent. If you have good gear it’s fine and we had good gear. Also, we are pretty hard core.
Upon leaving the river we loaded up on road trip food and headed north to Mackay Idaho. On the back roads of Wyoming we saw a badger sneaking up on some magpies. I am always impressed with how a badger despite its smaller size can seem so ominous and frightening. By sunset, we had cleared all the snow.
Pete and I were heading to Mackay, ID for Waltstock. In addition to being the best fisherman I know, Pete is also a singer songwriter who has played his own gigs and record with Chuck Lavelle of the Rolling Stones. He would be one of four talented musicians heading to Mackay. At 1 am, after fishing in the cold all day and driving through the dark all evening we fell into our beds at Walt’s ranch, maybe literally asleep before our heads touched the pillow. We had made it to one of my favorite annual buddy events, Waltstock.