The last snow storm that rolled through Boulder compelled me to fish. Since I was locked into Boulder, it narrowed down the decision process of where to go. It was a perfect opportunity to explore some new, local territory. I geared up and headed out to a little tributary that I had had my eye on.
The snow really alters the outdoor experience. The blanket of white turns familiar landscape into something foreign. The sound of snow landing on the ground is soft, but very distinct and relaxing. The birds seem more playful and animal tracks lead in every which way through the freshly piling up powder.
I did not spot any fish in this particular piece of water, so I crossed it off the list and decided to make a move to another place I had never been – Roger’s Park on Boulder Creek. The drive up the canyon was a little dicey, but nothing a little four wheel drive couldn’t make a game of.
To my amazement, the snow up there was significantly deeper than down on the flats.
I had the entire canyon to myself. I fished all of the Roger’s Park water, dropping my jaw at the gorgeous water features stacked with innumerable lies. What a place. On top of it all, the snow stacking up on the rocks in the creek made it feel like I was fishing a marshmallow river. I half expected I was going to find Willy Wonka mending a drift around the next bend.
The water up there was a little low and made the catching pretty tough, but the scenery was perfect. Don’t let a few flakes or an iced up guide here and there keep you off the water. Fish while fishing locally is still an option.
