So, sometimes things just don't go so wonderfully! Today I took a man and his nine year old son out fly fishing. The morning was pretty great with the young man catching his first fish on a fly rod on his own. After a stellar hambuger in town we headed up on the Boulder Mountain after some bigger fish. It was raining a bit and I figured it was starting to die down a bit so we should be okay.
Here is a shot after Mike (The Quiet Flyfisher) and I got the Explorer out of the mud:
(By the way this was hours after getting stuck and the storm moved out.)
Don't drive on certain roads after a significant un-forecasted Boulder Mountain rain storm.
You'll notice it required chains to get out and a hefty pull from Mike's Suburban.
I suppose the best part will be the stories the young man will be able to tell his friends at school when he gets back. I can hear it now, "I went to Utah, caught my first fish on a fly rod by myself, and GOT STUCK IN THE MUD!"
Thank goodness for great friends that will drive up a muddy road to help you out!