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THE GREAT WEST

Now boardwalks are everywhere and you can’t get near the
geyser

Even if you’d heard the Jim Bridges stories in the 1800’s and
now seen the reality it would be difficult to believe. Over the
years everyone who visited took pictures and drew paintings of
these natural wonders.

We hadn’t much choice where to camp because of the famous
Fishing Bridge. Fishing from it was free. From the bridge you
could see into the clear waters and the magnified fish. There
were so many, and all looked to be three or more feet long.
All rainbow, or lake trout. It was a dream, and Joe couldn’t
wait to go out on the bridge and join the hundreds catching
fish.

We never took any pictures of the bridge, but as I remember it
anglers were packed side by side from one end to the other on
both sides.
Joe fished every day we didn’t go site seeing. He,
unfortunately must not have had the right lure, as he only
caught one fish. It unfortunately wasn’t a trout. Some bums
had tossed a carp or two into the water, and they were
multiplying. Joe caught one, a ‘sucker’.

Meanwhile back at camp I had been wandering around making
friends with all the other campers. Few campers could resist a
cheerful curly headed blond 6 year old. Many campers had
caught fish and some strung them on lines between the trees.

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