Wanting to escape the crowds of the Lake Tahoe Basin area, I decided to plan my next backpacking trip further north, in the Mt Shasta Trinity Alps Forest. I was joined by my buddy Jeff and his dog Maggie. After spending the night in Weaverville, we woke up early the next morning and drove to the trailhead to begin our journey into the woods.
For the first 6 miles, the trail ran adjacent to the Stuart Fork. Even this late in the year, there was still plenty of water left and TONS of small Rainbow Trout.
Nothing over 8 inches, but lots of fun to catch. The beautiful clear water and inviting pools were enough to keep us from getting to our final destination that night.
We fished so hard those first few miles, that we decided to setup camp just before the Y-Junction in the trail that would lead us up to Alpine Lake.
The following morning, we grabbed our fishing gear, some water and lunch, and took a day trip up to the lake.
About half way there, we ran into some thick manzanita bush and rocky terrain. The trail obviously had not been groomed in quite some time. The over grown bushes sometimes pushed us straight back or bounced us sideways during the scrambled ascent. We were glad we left our backpacks behind. Eventually we did make it up and over the ridge, our calves scratched to hell and shins badly bruised.
The first piece of water we hit was the outlet creek. Another 200 yards and we were at the lake.
We had the place to ourselves and enjoyed every second of it. Brook trout were rising all around us. It was pure bliss.
After catching too many to count, including this guy with a bright orange/red belly,
we made our way back down to camp.
About a mile before we reached the car, this guy came out to say hi.
Despite the encounter, you can bet I’ll be back to this wilderness, eager to explore a different stream or lake next year.