A cool spot to hide within the rocks and aspens…found this little spot on one of my cool morning hikes around Eleven Mile Campground. Georgia goes with us and protects us from the chipmunks and magpies. There’s also a sizeable flock of seagulls that live year round here – inland seagulls…shows how adaptable nature can be. We could learn a lesson from the gulls. Adapt, make do, eat what’s handy and always be ready for change.
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Genesis 4:4
And Abel also brought an offering—fat portions from some of the firstborn of his flock. The LORD looked with favor on Abel and his offering
We may be on the edge of civilization here at Eleven Mile, but we ARE following what’s going on in Washington. Our leaders are being pulled in all directions deciding how to save this country from financial disaster. There are no easy solutions – it took us 100 years to get here and we cannot climb out of this hole with one piece of legislation. I do feel that the “Great Ponzi Scheme” is about to end – and go down in flames. You cannot max out your credit cards, borrow from all your neighbors and friends, and keep spending like a madman and expect to survive. Our resources NOT limitless.
Mike quoted me some interesting statistics the other day – Many United States residents who are defined as living in poverty, still have 2 cars, a 3 bedroom, 2 bath place to live, a wide screen TV and a cellphone. ( And I might add, are overweight). Only in America.
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Deuteronomy 4:27
The LORD will scatter you among the peoples, and only a few of you will survive among the nations to which the LORD will drive you.
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At the end of a fishing morning on Eleven Mile Reservoir, one of our fellow fishers cleaned her fish before she left, and the local pelicans and gulls took close notice. They hung around waiting for a chance to come near shore and clean up the guts and heads – opportunists abound everywhere.
Pelicans fascinate me – such HUGE birds with enormous wingspans. It takes a lot of energy for them to gain altitude, but once aloft, their wings maintain lift and they seem to fly effortlessly. Clumsy on shore yet so graceful in air. Like many of us – in our element we thrive, but put us in high heels and diamonds – OUCHEE! I am SO happy in my camper or in the garden…or the studio.
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Exodus 19:4
‘You yourselves have seen what I did to Egypt, and how I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself.
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Our last day at Eleven Mile - we didn't have to be out until noon and I went fishing one last time - promising Mike to be back to the campsite by 11:00 am (after packing up everything I could the night before). By 9:00 am I was in "the spot" after snapping some quick pictures on the pathway around the edge of the cove. Unfortunately I didn't catch any fish that last morning, but like many fishers, I am of the opinion that it isn't so much the catching fish as it is where you GO to catch fish and this lake is PRIMO. Matthew 4:19 "Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men."
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One of the best places to camp and fish in Colorado has to be Eleven Mile Campground on ElevenMileLake on the South Platte River. We were there last week and I have just now found a "hot spot" where I can use my lap-top and post this painting.
Up-river from ElevenMileLake is SpinneyLake – a brilliant trophy fish lake full of several species of trout, salmon and Northern Pike. Between the two lakes is a section of the PlatteRiver that you can only fish “catch and release”. They call this area the “Dream Stream” where anglers can hook and hopefully catch the largest rainbow trout of their life. And then turn it lose.
I am late at learning to fly fish and it was in the “Dream Stream” three summers ago that I caught a “monster” rainbow. At least it was to me. Mike and I had been “practice catching” little brookies and rainbows in the Rio Grande and stocked, ranch-raised rainbows in assorted small lakes, streams and rivers around southern Colorado. We had heard of this section of the Platte and decided to journey there and give it a try. Had I known it would end up a journey to the end of the world, we might have not undertaken the trip, but ignorance really is bliss and off we went…with Georgia in tow – always ready for a new adventure and opportunities to chase fresh chipmunks.
The trip to SpinneyLake encompassed following a slowly degenerating dirt road across a flat, high mountain meadow that ended at a Ranger hut where a fresh faced Colorado Ranger checked the date our state park admission sticker and welcomed us. The “park” consisted of a 5000 acre, high mountain lake with a rock and boulder shoreline, no trees and an off-limits to fishing dam topped by a single lane dirt road that we had to cross to get to the road that led down to the South Platte River below.
While crossing the 300 foot high structure, I looked left to the winding Platte River below and saw a number of vehicles in a designated parking area about 500 yards down river from the dam. I also spied anglers who had strategically positioned themselves along the curves in the river for at least a mile, both wading and on shore, flipping their rods and trying to convince the finny monsters that lurked in the crystal cold water that THEIR fly was the one they wanted.
We were new at this, you remember – with all shiny new equipment – waders, vests, catch nets, assorted flies and of course the rods and reels. The sales clerk at Cabellas made a payment on his new car the day after we left the store.
Mike volunteered to stay with the dog and allowed me to join the all male fishing throng and make a fool of myself alone in front of all those experienced anglers. Not wanting to call attention to myself, I first assessed the depth and speed of the water and decided that the swift flow was a bit intimidating and determined to stay close to shore. I assembled my fly rod, tied on a fly that looked tasty (hey, I’m part Cajun – we know these things instinctively), and looked for a place nearby where few people would see me. Picking the closest unoccupied bend in the river, I waded about 2 feet into the water, pulled some line from the reel and flicked the fly upriver, watching it drift quickly back toward me. OK – I didn’t hook my ear or a weed. Good start. Lifting the line and remembering to pause on the back hand and stop at 11:00 on the forehand, I again neatly placed the fly upriver. On the third cast I was feeling pretty good – I had not fallen down in the water or tangled the line or looked stupid – when BANG – a fish hit the fly and took off across the stream, feeling like a whale on the end of that teeny tiny thin fishing line. “WHOOHOO”, I shouted like a girl. “I GOT one!!!”
I stripped the line in, instead of using the reel, and quickly found out how difficult it is to land a large fish on a fly rod. Mike came running with the camera (and my catch net, which in my hasty enthusiasm, I had forgotten to bring along).
Evidently the trout was not aware that he would be released as soon as I could extricate the hook, because every time I got him within netting distance, he turned and took off across the river. Mike stood by with my net, and after what seemed like an eternity, managed to sweep up the exhausted rainbow.The net has marked measurements along its center seam and we determined “my” fish to be at least 18 inches long, which we now know is NOT particularly large. But he was my first BIG trout and he fought like a warrior.
After removing the hook and quickly photographing him, I gently returned him to the river and saw him swim off slowly. I fished another hour and did not get another bite, nor did I see any other angler catch a fish (did I mention they were all male?). Call it beginner’s luck, if you want, but it hooked me on fly fishing, and I continue to practice and learn the technique and look for a chance to feel that thrill again when a “monster fish” rises to the fly and takes off for the depths. And the places we get to go looking for that experience aren’t half bad either!
This painting is a scene behind the campground at Eleven Mile Camp. One morning Georgia took off after a squirrel and I remembered to grab my camera before I took off after her. I got some of the best early morning images of the trip…thanks, Georgia!
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Ezekiel 1:28 Like the appearance of a rainbow in the clouds on a rainy day, so was the radiance around him. This was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the LORD. When I saw it, I fell facedown, and I heard the voice of one speaking.
