Western Montana
A Mountain Lake Saga I pushed my way through the forest underbrush having crossed through the old burn. At last, I could see its turquoise waters. The small lake was exactly as I remember it. Deceptively deep, clear water snug against the steep mountain wall. The rising Westslope cutthroat trout broke the morning stillness across the surface. I had to close my eyes for a moment and let the excitement and euphoria wash over me as I had finally made it up to this spot. The last time I was here was Labor Day weekend, 1999, exactly twenty-one years ago today. I’ve been searching for this lake ever since.
By: JOSHUA R. JOHNSON
