Park City is celebrating 50 years of being, among many things, the “Best Town Ever” as declared by Outside Magazine. Parkites have access to three world-class ski resorts, a 12,000-foot Wasatch range for hiking, biking and climbing and fly-fishing for blue-ribbon brown trout in the high mountain streams.
With only a few days to enjoy fresh-air utopia, I partitioned my time between the slopes and the pristine streams of the Provo River.
Yesterday, I was introduced to a professional husband-wife team who operate a guide service called “On the Fly.” They escorted us to their favorite part of the Provo headwaters – currently undergoing river restoration to bring back the fish habitat.
After a crash course in fly-fishing, the do’s and don’t are many, we dropped lines (actually, it’s called repetitive casting) in a swift-moving bend in the river, no more than a foot deep and 30 feet wide. The morning sun warmed our faces while our waterproof leg gaiters kept us dry.
This sport requires patience, something I sorely lack. It didn’t take long before I abandoned my hook to document the beginners luck that the rest of my friends were enjoying. Susie, the gal who boldly declared she has a fear of fish, caught not one but two brown trout. Marty nabbed a trophy size a few minutes later. And, after fishing the drift for hours, Cathie pulled in a set of numb feet.
A video of the adventure will be posted soon!