Written by: Matty Wong
The weekend had finally arrived, and a few of buddies and I had permits to camp at the summit of Twin Lakes in Yosemite National Park. It was a seven-mile hike in with a 50-pound pack, but we were determined.
Once we got to the first lake, I noticed a brook trout swimming near the shore. What to cast? I thought of all the mosquito swatting we had done on the way up and tied on a little Mosquito dry fly. A delicate leading cast was all it took to intrigue the adolescent trout. Hanapa’a! (That’s “Fish on!” in Hawaiian pidgin.) Once we knew they’d eat a Mosquito, we all took turns wearing the brookies out.
My buddies and I grew up in Hawaii, so seeing this distinctly different kind of beauty for the first time was surreal. The crystal-clear waters teem with brook and rainbow trout, and we were surrounded by giant granite mountains that make you feel so small and insignificant in a grand way.
We had set camp less than 30 yards away from the lake. It really doesn’t get more surreal than that: the acoustics of the mountain air and pine trees creaking. Our day ended as we enjoyed a steaming bowl of Ramen while star-gazing in a sky completely littered with constellations. It was a good weekend.