Here we are at the entrance to the Beartooths.
This is actually on our way out at the end of the trip.
Lots of hiking and packing of course.
Buck and Chantelle keeping their packs dry.
It rained during our first day of hiking in.
We pitched our sturdy tents beside each other and tied
our food in the trees away from camp to keep the bears away.
The next morning, Steve and Buck hiked up to a pristine alpine lake sitting in a canyon between the mountain peaks. They thought this would have been the perfect spot to camp if they could have gotten the whole crew to carry their gear up the long arduous hike. As it was, they just stayed there for the day and did some fishing, and ran back down the mountain to return to their wives by nightfall. Wouldn't this be a beautiful spot to wake up to in the morning?
Here's the Mountain Man, victorious before the alpine lake after a day of climbing.
Here's Buck with the catch of the day.
He dropped all of his flies into a rock crevace so he resorted to using lures.
Looks like they worked well enough. We ate this guy that night.
I didn't catch a thing with my flies, so I resorted to using lures too the next day.
Rusty and Chantelle, enjoying the scenic hike.
They were so happy to be pumping water through the filter for their husbands!
Look! Another river runs through it!
Here is where we camped for the next two days.
The ladies scouted ahead and found us a beautiful spot in a tree covered meadow beside a lake.
Steve and Buck spent the whole next day fishing the lake in beautiful sunny weather.
They caught lots of small rainbow trout and lake trout, but nothing big enough to write home about.
