After picking up my friend Scott in Salida, we drove through Gunnison and headed toward a secret creek that is full of little cutthroat trout. By the time we pulled up to the trailhead, steady rain had chased the other groups of fishermen back to their cars, but we were not deterred. We made the hike to the creek and got some good fishing in before lightning chased us out of the valley and into the forest--several times.
It rained so much that the trail back to the car was a small river. By the time we got back, we were soaked to the bone, and my hands were so cold that I couldn't move my fingers--I had to hold the key to my truck between my wrists and twist my body to get it started. But the fishing was worth it!
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