So, almost 3 weeks ago I flew out to Utah by myself to meet up with my BYU Roommate, Kendal, and his brother and nephew, Paul and Tanner, and two other BYU homies, McKay and Andy. Our plan: to tackle the High Uintahs, in a little spot called Granddaddy Basin. We left Sunday morning and drove about two hours up Provo Canyon to the trailhead, where we hit the latrine one last time, signed our group in, and took off. We stopped about 10 minutes later so this boy from the lowlands could catch his breath.
We hiked about 4 miles in over Hades pass, and stopped to camp at the namesake for the valley, Granddaddy Lake. It rained just a little, which was nice, because the mosquitoes were horrible otherwise (but only on this first night). Unfortunately, we had no luck with the fish at this lake, but it was pretty.
The next day, after ruining one pot trying to cook cinnamon rolls, we headed off for a spot that we were sure was going to be good fishing, because Paul had read about it in a hiking guide (note the foreshadowing). This is what we saw one the way:

We got a little lost, but eventually, we found the lake; it was beautiful, but there were
zero fish. This is how Andy reverted to fishing:

We had a lot of fun in that COLD mountain lake water, but we decided we'd give one more lake a try the next day. That night, and I wish I'd taken a picture, Andy lit his chest hair on fire - on purpose. It was a controlled burn, to "trim things up," and yes, it was hilarious.
The next day though, we hiked to a place called fish hatchery lake, and sure enough, there were plenty of fish there, here's what it looked like that night, and then the next morning as we were packing up:


Kendal was the big fisherman, and caught a lot of our fish (and so did Andy) so we ate pretty well. If it was that, it was tuna or bagels or something else tasty, so while we were "roughing it" it wasn't so bad. Honestly, I'm excited to do it again sometime.