Before our western trip, there was a final booking window for a couple of midweek cabin nights, so I pounced (the cabins have to be booked by the week after Memorial Day, and are all booked solid for the entire summer). As is becoming standard, we headed down to Richmond Springs on arrival and messed about for the last hour of daylight. This time there were people at the upper pools, and more people everywhere than usual for the time of evening, so we stopped in here and there, finally settling on the bottommost unoccupied pool.
We shared the GM 39 with a black woolly bugger. It was the first time James had cast a longer rod, as we used it at 390. Well, he caught a rainbow.
I caught a little wild brown and a rainbow.
Like many an evening at Richmond Springs, the light was just magical. We hadn’t been out the East Gate of Backbone before, but there turned out to be an overlook we hadn’t seen before.
