I am all by myself driving a 1985 CJ5 Jeep up a dirt road, I can smell the spruce trees as I take the turn up a steep incline. Before I can continue I must stop and lock the hub caps in order to engage four wheel drive. Then I continue up the steep eight mile rocky drive through narrow terrain but finally I get close enough to see the creek and the beaver pond I am headed to. Once I,ve parked the Jeep I think to myself I'm probably well over 8,000 feet above sea level.
After I’ve walked down to the bank I can see the crystal clear water is flowing with freezing melted snow flowing over rock; forming small eddies which make it possible for hatches to occur on the surface where