Outside of Telluride, there is a lake where we like to fish. This lake is called Trout Lake.
It’s pretty much a perfect mountain lake, tucked in from the 2-lane highway and popping out like a pleasant surprise as you round a bend in the road.
Surrounded by mountains and, at least when we’ve been there, not too crowded (should I regret revealing our top secrets?!) and if you’re patient, you’ll even catch some fish. That is, if you have a fishing license and are interested in that sort of thing. I am much more interested in reading than in fish. So I find myself a nice spot by the water where I can watch the family and catch up on Ansel Adam’s autobiography (I am loving it, but it is slow going – I am easily distracted).
And really, what isn’t distracting about this landscape? Ansel Adams would certainly let it slide.
Besides, husband is going to be off hiking a fourteener (mountain +14,000 ft in elevation) this weekend, so I plan on making my way into the mountains and doing some more reading.
I may or may not get distracted. No promises!
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