Keely and I arrived in San Francisco (sea level) at about noon. We then made one quick business call and then we were crossing the Bay Bridge and heading East into the Sierras. The temp was 69 degrees and it dropped progressively as we entered the foothills. Slowly but surely, the San Francisco traffic began to fade and rte 50 dwindled down from a 5 lane freeway to a one lane mountain pass. We began to wind our way up 7000 ft of mountain side and luckily enough there was a fantastic trout river that paralleled the road. The American river was just awesome. A trout river for sure. Quick runs spilled out into big pools and the river worked its way gracefully through the ancient mountains. I was tempted to fish, but we wanted to get to the Lake Tahoe Region before sundown. There is ALOT of snow at the 7000 ft level and we did not want to be making our way through dangerous mountain passes in the dark. So, I used the opportunity to scout out various pools and pulloffs. I snapped some photos and I am chomping at the bit to head back down to …about 4500 ft and cast my fly. I can just feel the trout in those pools. We are doing a little business and then skiing for a half day and then I will probably make my escape to the river tomorrow. It is truly God’s Country up here and it is easy to feel like a little insignificant piece of dust amongst these ancient and massive mountain ranges. I will try to post some photos a little later. I am sure that I will get some great shots from he top of Heavenly Mountaion (10,150 ft. above sea level).