There is one thing that is missing from the forestry roads -
signs. Every road leading out of the site looked exactly the same. We didn't
want to go back the same way we came because of the many obstacles that we
faced coming in. Bill remembered another way so we decide that is the way we
were going.
We meet a huge puddle so we go around it. We run into a
fallen tree so we chopped through it down with a hatchet. We then end up in
even worse terrain. We had to go back to where we started. So we reverse in 4
low. It was actually easier going in reverse than it was going forward.
It took us about 2 hours to get out of the forestry road
towards the main highway. We were both exhausted but were glad that the
forestry road was behind us.
The directions I received from the Internet were un-clear.
There were no street signs in those forestry roads. There were nobody around.
So we follow the directions as best we could. We end up driving all the way up
a mountain. The view was spectacular. To be able to see lake after lake and
tree after tree, it was nature at its best.
It was definitely the wrong way. We back track and get back
to the starting point. We try it again and found ourselves further and further
away from where we think the lake is. My cell phone was jumping in and out of
service so it was no help.
Bill all of sudden stops and runs out of the truck. He finds
a mushroom on the side of the road. He tells me that in his country, these
mushrooms were very rare and taste amazing. It makes a great schnitzel. As we
drive on, we find many more of these mushrooms. So we continue on and picked
about 8 lbs of these things.
We were getting a little bit impatient. Yes, the mushrooms
were fun to pick and Yes, the day was beautiful. But we want to go fishing and
meet these fly fishermen that could be potential clients. We have a box full of
goodies to show and a few prizes to raffle off.
I give Chris a call to get some better directions. We try
and try and finally after a few more hours, we get to the road where it leads
to the lake. We thought it would be an easy ride but boy we were wrong. We
thought the road leading to Hosli Lake
was tough, the road to Pennask was even more treacherous. It was down hill
leading to the lake on a side of a mountain. Huge puddles, rocks, tree trunks
and fallen branches were scattered through a downward descent for about 900
metres or so.
We finally make it. It's about 130pm in the afternoon. We
meet the people of the Lonely Loons Fly fishing Club and showed our goods. We
go some really good responses from our products. I wished we had the pontoon
boats. We ended up chatting it up for about 45 minutes before I was offered to
try this man made tender. It looked great. Bill wasn't feeling very well so he
decided to stay in the truck to rest while I fished.
Fishing on Pennask was fun. There were so many fish in that
lake. They were very small though. Most of the fish were caught earlier on but
there were many fish jumping all around me. As this is my second time fly
fishing, I only caught one. It was on a Buick 52 dry fly. Only a 7 inch rainbow. Oh
well. It was fun none the less.
As it was getting late, we decide to get the draw over with.
We gave away a pair of polarized sunglasses, a medium sized fly box and a pair
of Digital Video Recording Sunglasses.
As the day draws to a close, we decide to head back to Vancouver .
This trip definitely inspired us to Think Adventure.
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