About three months ago my father mentioned a business convention in Phoenix, AZ that we should attend, I agreed and began to scheme a way to make it a fishing trip. Little did I know he had the same thing in mind. We bounced ideas off each other for the next couple weeks and once the itinerary came both of us were satisfied. The trip started with a six day fishing journey through the Colorado Rockies that will be etched in my memory forever. We fished 7 different rivers and put over 1000 miles on our rental. Over mountain passes and down river canyons we left all our worries behind focusing solely on the trout that we caught, lost, and fell in love with.

Upon arrival we entered the local fly shop gearing up with a vast array of nymphs and dry flies. Size 22 and 24 BWO’s, Midges, and PMD’s started us off on the right foot as we all hooked feisty 14-18” rainbows that afternoon. Relaxing in the thin mountain air we planned our route for the morning trip to where we would spend the next 4 days of our outing. We climbed up to 10,886 feet passed through Leadville and fished our way to Cottonwood Pass where we crossed the Continental Divide. With breathtaking views and death grips on the door handles we snaked our way down the other side of the mountains anxiously waiting what was on the other side. We arrived to find the weather was cooler, the fish were bigger, and the fish were much bigger.