After staffing an adult scouting course (Wood Badge, for those in the know) at Philmont Scout Ranch, I received an invite to spend a day fishing a teeny stream at “Fish Camp” on the ranch. Several little brook trout were caught on elk hair caddis and little nymphs when the sun got high. Without question, a great time was had.
We had trail lunch on the porch of fish camp, and just hung out played guitars and sang Gram Parsons songs.
Tried to hit the St James hotel for some food and beers after, but they had shut down already. So, we ended up eating snacks in a gas station with tables.