Summer heat arrived in Denver... so we went to the mountains. 4 days at 9K feet is exactly what the doctor ordered. We fished most every day, walked all over Breckenridge, swam, hiked, and just enjoyed some time at altitude. It wasn't all perfect: we got caught in a torrential downpour one afternoon but we found a suitable awning to sit back and watch the action, and the fish ate 62 of Brady's worms without swallowing his hook. But as Brady said, "There's no crying in BreckenBridge because BreckenBridge is a special place". Oh how wise you are, my son.