Carson River, of the Eastern Variety
The day started out as a crisp, mild, kind of late morning, through a dirty windshield.
After a short twenty minute drive I arrived at the rally point for what would be the trip of the year for me.
After waiting about ten minutes, and getting one last little girls room break in, our ride arrived.
We would be heading to the East Carson in a Cessna 182 Skyhawk built in roughly 1979. We quickly loaded our gear into the bird and got situated in our seats and moments after starting up and talking with Mather tower we were cleared for take-off.
After a flight that took about the same amount of time for me to drive to the flight line we were passing by horse tail falls and getting an absolutely beautiful view.
Then, after about another ten minutes we saw it, our destination, Alpine County Airport just north of Markleville, CA and just a short walk from a nice stretch of water.
After circling our way down to lose altitude we landed smoothly and quickly were off the runway to clear our bladders and start the twenty minute walk down to the river where we ran into a couple friendly fly fisherman getting ready to head to the river as well.
Giving up on catching fish, much better at catching the trees behind me.
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