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The Mountain spend My family and I have forever loved argon cantonmenting trips, oddly the ones the take us deep into the depths of the Sierra Nevada mountians. Theres a very strange and beautiful camp ground near Mammoth Lakes called Devils Postpile. My is it beautiful, two great crystal clear lakes, wildlife sites that could easily be posted in whatsoever National Geographic magazine, and trout that have enough meat on their swot to suvive in the deepest of any ocean. One little problem I always have had was that my father was a better and more than experienced fisherman than I was resulting in that he would always catch the bigger and more beautiful fish and almost certainly come home with twice as many fish as I had caught. This was it, are summertime vacation, finally it was time to get out of the intense heat and bordom of Ridgecrest. We jammed are bags, grabbed are look for poles, loaded the camper and were on are way. Our drive lasted for four very long hours before we got to the Postpile campground. We hitched are camp and made ourselves right at home knowing we would be thither for a while. We couldnt ask for better weather, the sun was blazin and the temperature was an awesome 85 degrees for fishing the San Juaqin river. We found ourselves the trail that lead to the postpile, twisting and turning along the green, stifle trial until we came upon a sight that every human being should take down their eyes on, Devils Postpile. Enormous rocks all rubbing against one another scalling the sky. start my way close to the river, as I drifted away from everyone else, knowing I was going to catch the mother of all fish in this set apart river. Competing with my father and brother, I definetly wasnt going to let them outdo this modern daylight Tom Sawyer. I hicked along river for a while, wiping the sweat off my plaque every other minute, only to find nothing but slip cliffs and there was no possible fishing hole in sight . every(prenominal) I could see was a river about seventy to eighty feet below with one very big obsticle in the way jagged rocks were touch me from the river as I just kept on