I am in the Tetsa River Provincial Park, in a campsite, for at least two days. I’m in a wifi dead zone, so several posts will go up at the same time in the future. I decided not to backtrack 100 miles just to fish one small river and maybe a couple of creeks. I’ve driven about 65 miles north to this Provincial Park. A web posting by the Fort Nelson Chamber of Commerce (I think) states that there are many good fishing spots in this area. They cite the Tetsa River, Summit Lake, MacDonald Creek, Racing River, Toad River, Muncho Lake, Trout River, Liard River, and Smith River Falls as good spots to go.
I crossed one river and one creek on the way here. Both were chocolate brown due to recent rains. Although it is clear here, rain is expected in the next two days. Thunder is rumbling close by, so I don’t know what will happen.
I went down the day trail to the river, and realized that I’m in Bear Countey qne need to carry Bear Spray with me at all times. Several butterflies were by the river, and I noticed a butterfly orgy going on. Of course I had to take a photo. There is a side channel from the main river, right by the trail. I’ll throw some flies in later to try to catch my first Grayling.
It is weird traveling alone. I can do whatever I want and go where ever I go. My mind wanders on the “I-5 of the North”. Roads not traveled keep me wondering, and thinking. What if I took the grad student position at UCSB in genetics that my professor offered me (I refused because I thought I wasn’t worthy—-youth sucks)? What if I went to Berkeley, or SF State, ending my several year relationship with my girlfriend and future wife (and the horrors of being within an hour of my family)? These thoughts keep running through my mind but, then, Alex and Julie would not be here. And they are what my life is all about. I want them to be proud of me, on this trip and living on a lake at Lewiston, and just being their dad.
Wow. Melancholy Much? So, time to rest for 2 days and start figuring out where to fish.
Tight Lines!