The Lake House has been appropriately broken in by our family group. It was chaotic.
The house is designed for about four people, but can hold six. Eight is too much and that’s what we attempted to do on our first week at the house.
Linda and I decided we needed to spend a week at the house by ourselves – a’ la carte. Not sure what we expected to find out. That’s why we did it.
For me it was an easy week of checking off projects, fishing and relaxing. For Linda, it was a struggle. We came out OK, but the last couple days got testy. Our disagreements grew more frequent, but they never reached the level of a full-out argument.
Right off the bat I had a successful transfer of various equipment from the Bay Area to Almanor. The lawn mower, unused at home, made a quick adjustment to the high country.
On work-day one, Tuesday, we got the heater and AC checked out. Everything appeared to be in order, so that was a big relief. We also verified that the thermostat has a WiFi interface that will work nicely once we get our system implemented.
The wooden swing which had sat in our side yard, at home for several years, fit in nicely to the lake front and we enjoyed the up close view of the lake while sitting in the shade of one of our big yellow pines.
On day two, Wednesday, a major milestone was accomplished when we got our internet connection with Digital Path, a company out of Chico. So far, we are impressed with their service. Now we plan to hook up a couple Aps that will allow us to monitor the situation while we’re away – including the aforementioned thermostat.
On day three, Thursday, I managed to hit the creek and catch my first trout of the trip, a fourteen-inch brown. Only one, but that was a start.
In the afternoon, I spent time surveying a vacant lot in Hamilton Branch – property owned by my father. With the help of one of the neighbors, one corner was clearly extablished. That’s progress.
The lot needs to be cleared to meet the county fire standards. Since it’s nearly an acre in size and is overgrown with brush, the project will take a while.
On day four, Friday, I hit the creek early again and broke off a nice rainbow.
I had spent most of my time fishing from one location and there were a lot of fish in front of me. I cast to fish much of the time, but after a while, I began to cast randomly as the fish I could see seemed to be impossible to catch.
One fish in particular spent most of its time right in front of me and it was quite large. I can’t say how many times I thought about that fish, but it never moved. Eventually, I forgot about it.
Then one of my random casts landed in front of the big fish. I was amazed when it suddenly turned and swallowed my fly. My strike indicator went down an I pulled up in disbelief. The big rainbow was on.
This turned out to be the largest trout of the year, a nice rainbow. The fish pealed out a bunch of line, which ended up working in my favor. The big trout tired itself out running up and down the creek and never threatened to break my 5X tippet, which was vulnerable.
In the end, I pulled the fish up against the shore and a friendly gentleman held it there so I could get a photo before releasing the fish.
After catching the best fish of the summer, I packed up and headed home not needing to fish any more that day.
At home, I was hoping to resolve some WiFi issues with my handyman.
The WiFi installation was painless. Not only that, but we laid the groundwork for installation of other Aps that will make living in two homes easier. It was a good day.
Later, I got in a fairly long hike, burning up some calories.
Saturday morning I returned to the creek, looking for another fish, but the best I could do was a small rainbow. In general, fishing was slow the entire trip, except for one special moment.
Another trip to the lot resulted in some valuable discussions with the neighbors and I became satisfied that I knew all the corner locations. This accomplished a major goal for the trip.
During my drive home, I noticed smoke on the horizon to the west of Chester – looked like an uncontrolled fire. After arriving home, Linda and I heard airplanes overhead. Four Cal Fire planes were circling overhead in preparation for picking up water to fight the fire.
I photographed them in action.
Sunday fishing was enjoyable, but unremarkable, except that there were hundreds of trout in the estuary – few of them doing anything. I didn’t see a single fish caught.
On Sunday afternoon, I decided to pull our dock up away from the lake where it will remain until spring. I hooked the dock up to my truck using 100 feet of cable. After failing on my first attempt, I revised the system a bit and managed to pull the dock out like a train. It was a sight to see.
Sunday evening Linda and I enjoyed a nice dinner out at Plumas Pines. We were ready to go home. (I could have stayed.)
It was a fruitful and enjoyable week. The Lake House is a success.
Looks like I won’t be back until November when the Devil’s Garden and Bass Hill muzzleloader seasons open. That should be interesting.