an honest Snowbird trip report

"asadi...." wrote in message
nk.net...

Had a great time in the Snowbird area. Don't you know I never even fished
the Snowbird even though I camped along side it? I did fish the
Santeetlah,
the Sassafras and the Hazel.

//great story snipped//

Beautiful, beautiful place. Pitched my tent beside the creek and on the
first night there must have been about a zillion stars just out of reach
above the tent. Even the rain the next morning didn't hurt.

My schedule was all screwed up, and I never really escaped from the office
back in St Louis. Although I fished for five days and spent two nights
camped beside Snowbird, I spent far too little time with the rest of the
ROFFians. Much my loss. I have a few photos, and as soon as I get them
developed and scanned I'll post 'em. As before, it was a great opportunity
to meet some fine people. Great to meet you John, and I look forward to
fishing with you some time. And of course it was good to see Messrs Miller,
Siebenich, and Winter again.

Miller was courageous enough to bring his charming wife Rachel to Snowbird,
and to invite the clavesters to his cabin. Poor Rachel graciously put up
with all of us right out of the creeks, and with our fish stories. And
Wolfie brought Becky, who together with Wolfgang made a mean Indian meal
(that's Indian - saffron rice and chicken and lots of good fresh spices).

Jeff and I fished Hazel on Sunday (including a pleasant conversation with a
park ranger), then I spent two days chasing a couple of big rainbows on
Snowbird, then boulder-hopped farther up S-bird to catch a few small browns
and rainbows.

Friday I hiked to Sassafras. It's an athletic event with lots of
boulder-hopping, sort of like upper Santeetlah. Asadi, Wolfie, and Jeffie
had told me to fish the upper part of the stream, but I just couldn't walk
past any more fishy-looking water, so got into S-fras near its mouth and
fished upstream probably half a mile to a pretty big fall (15-20 feet high).
Then since I didn't know where the trail was, and it was late in the day,
returned back downstream to the Snowbird trail and the three miles back to
the car.

Recurring thought while alone on Sassafras: nobody knew where I was, or when
I would return, and it was a long way from anywhere. If I had broken a leg
or badly sprained an ankle it would have been a bit unpleasant. Once that
thought started ringing around in my skull it was hard to enjoy the fishing.
One more reason that I should have been more sociable.

BTW, never did find my Primus stove - what took it and where it went will
remain among the mysteries of life.

Bob