Early the next morning, up the mountain we went, it was a long drive and we almost reached the 10,000 foot elevation mark by the time we parked. We were in a small clearing at the end of a narrow valley and it was well into the morning hours already. As instructed (second telling) we drove until we couldn’t drive anymore and parked along one of those miracles of modern engineering water diversions. Hence the reason for the road to such a remote location we figured.
Hiking up to the beaver dam about a mile or so (again second telling) and start fishing. Sounded easy enough. A small narrow path disappeared into the woods and shortly after that disappeared entirely.
Less determined individuals would have turned back. The non-existant route was cluttered with dead fall after dead fall. Sometimes you climbed over and sometimes you crawled under. At times, the pine tree canopy completely blocked the sky. This made it impossible to see the countless spider webs that I soon found myself covered in. Did I mention we were wearing waders the whole time?