Seeking the quintessential grandpa/grandson bonding experience, we headed for the Uintas to enjoy a little mountain air and hopefully catch a fish. Dad was gracious to take us as he had just come home from a backpacking trip that he took there with his brother Kurt and Kurt's sons Dallin and Scott. Dad hiked several miles by himself out of the back country to conduct a funeral for a ward member and long time neighbor; I was amazed at his dedication to his responsibilities. It wasn't convenient to go to the Uintas and the weather was a little questionable but it was worth the effort. The mountain air was chilly but refreshing. Mom lent us sweatshirts as we didn't have anything remotely warm enough in our suitcases and the boys thought it was great fun to wear shirts that were way too big.
Apparently the fish weren't hungry but we were! We had a fun time enjoying a picnic dinner. There is something about the crisp air that makes food taste better. Our dinner wasn't fancy but we enjoyed it!
The real catch was the lovely lake. The sky was spectacular and it reflected perfectly into the lake below. For a photographer, it was a treat, even euphoric.
The flora and fauna didn't disappoint either.







































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