In the afternoon, I grabbed my fishing rod and tried my luck on some old beaver ponds down below the campsite. With the hot weather, the snow melt coming off the mountain caused Dallas Creek to be near the maximum flood stage and the beaver dams were washed out. The stream was running so hard and muddy, I didnít have any luck with the fishing.
In the evening, I accepted an invitation from Thad, who was camping about 300 yards above me for supper. Itís hard to say no for a great meal of salad, steak and salmon. Thad is a Philosophy Professor from Arizona State, who was up camping with his kids for a couple of days. I think B.O.B. wanted to match philosophical wits with Thad, but sadly missed the opportunity.