Little did we know that the trail to Golden Trout Lake was straight up the side of a water and across some sketchy house-sized boulders stacked on a slope. From the map, it didn’t look far at all, very doable, I thought.
Yan, pregnant, and I, with Daphney on my back, adventured into this wilderness, where the trail was either very faint or non-existent. With the help of Barry and Erik, we make it there and back. Golden Trout Lake was deep and crystal clear, and I enjoy learning some fly fishing tips.
