The drive from the Sierra City area was filled with excitement as our minds were filled with Brook trout. We planned to fish Haypress creek at 6,500 feet via the only road which would get us within 3 miles to the river. The bridge which we had planned to cross at the two mile mark along the trail was gone so we hiked straight down to Haypress. It was not exactly where we had wanted to swing our flies but we dropped into the canyon some 600 feet below. The walk down is always faster than the way up. I asked my two 12 year old fishing companions "you do realize we have walked about 4 miles so before we go crashing straight down, are you sure you can hike out?" They both said they could so down we went. When you are hike in fishing the sound of rushing water always puts a little pep into your step and the sound of our creek pulled the boys like a magnet.
This was the first road sign we saw after driving for two hours.
The road to Bassetts.
Moss grows on the north side of trees.
Deer in the meadow
East side of the Sierra Buttes at sunset