Another flashback to another trip from before the fires. This one is from August 3.
I got back to the lake the very next day after forgetting my flippers. This time I remembered them.
It was a warm, breezy evening, but it wasn't long before the breeze gave way to calm.
I worked the shorelines for awhile, but found myself gravitating to the north end of the channel. The fish were still there, hanging out along the weed beds.
I made my way down the east shore of the north end along the campground. No campers, but more fish in the weeds.
I never imagined that all you see in this photo would be burned over by the end of the month.
The light turned pink as it shone through the high smoke. I cast the caddis out and let it sit as I watched the coming of the sunset. One more fish came to it, pink reflecting pink.
I kicked slowly in as another evening on the lake ended in a silent explosion of color.