miles wide. The crest of the range forms the Continental Divide and three major western rivers are born on the 175+
glaciers still clinging to the peaks: the Gros Ventre River, which flows into the Snake River; the Green River, which is
the largest fork of the Colorado; and the Wind River, which becomes the Bighorn and is the largest fork of the
Yellowstone River.  This is the land where the Shoshone Indians once lived and portions of the range are inside the
Wind River Indian Reservation. The paths they pioneered back and forth over the mountains are incorporated into the
over 700 miles of trails that can be utilized to access some of the most remote and beautiful areas in the lower 48.
Historically most of the alpine lakes in this region were devoid of trout. Isolated in hanging valleys their outlet streams
contained steep waterfalls that proved to be a barrier to upstream migration.  The native cutthroats had managed to
establish populations in only a handful of the lakes at the edge of the mountains. In 1929 Finis Mitchell established a
fishing camp in the Big Sandy Openings and for the next seven years through the Great Depression he stocked
hundreds of remote lakes with an estimated 2.5 million trout by horse packing in five gallon buckets full of fingerlings.  
Today we benefit from these efforts and others that followed including federal and state stockings programs.  We are
blessed with a wilderness area that is four times larger than the Smoky Mountains and contains over 1,000 lakes with
miles of creeks connecting them. With cutthroat, rainbow, brook, golden, brown and lake trout to be found throughout
the range the hardest decision might just be, “Where do I start?”
In August my buddies and I completed a six day backpacking and fishing trip through the Winds.  Our forty mile loop
led us over a route with elevations ranging between 9,000 and 12,000 feet.  We went through forests of lodgepole and
whitebark pines, climbed into alpine meadows, and traversed through barren passes and plateaus where it was hard
to even spot a tree below us.  We crossed the Continental Divide in two separate places and walked past more
thantwenty lakes ranging from the size of a football field to over two miles long.  Perhaps our greatest challenge was
having to decide where not to fish because we simply did not have time to fish them all.
Our trip started and ended at the trailhead at the Big Sandy Lodge. This is the site where Finis Mitchell had
established his tent camp eighty-five years ago. We headed north along the Continental Divide Trail gradually gaining
elevation to the open meadows of Fish Creek Park.  We passed several lakes and creeks until arriving at Skull Lake to
set up camp.  Here we were surprised to find a group of rangers with the Wyoming Game and Fish Department.  We
were over 10 miles from the trailhead and these guys had carried in a raft and a system of nets to assist in fish
population studies. It was great to see these men working to further improve the fishing in such a remote wilderness.  
Hungry brook trout sipped BWO duns and emergers nearly every cast we made into the lake as the evening sun set
the crest of the Rockies on fire in the background.

Views of distant mountains emerged as we arrived at Fish Creek Park

Mae’s Lake is guarded by the distinctive Pyramid Peak

Alpine terrain surrounds Pyramid Lake

The next morning we continued on past Mae’s Lake to the desolate Pyramid Lake.  This stunning fifty-five acre lake
sits about a half-mile from the Continental Divide at 10,570 feet and is completely above tree line.  At this point we had
left the trail but a one mile cross country scramble brought us to the Continental Divide at 11,600 feet where we
dropped down to reconnect with the trail at Hailey Pass. We had now left the waters that ultimately drained into the
Colorado River and entered the Wind River drainage.  It was hard to imagine that the snowfield just below our feet was
destined to flow all the way to New Orleans via the Wind, Bighorn, Yellowstone, Missouri, and finally Mississippi River!

Descending from the Continental Divide towards Hailey Pass

We descended over 1,600 feet in the next 1.5 miles to reach the shore of Grave Lake.  This two hundred acre lake
with a shoreline over two miles long would be the largest we would pass and the wind took advantage of this open
space; as the waves crashing into the shore and spraying foam gave one the feeling of being at the beach instead of
in the mountains.  We caught cutthroat here and lake trout reportedly patrol the deeper depths that exist out beyond
the shelf that extends in some places over 100 feet from the shoreline.
The following morning we dropped our packs at the outlet and fished the stream and the lake.  Once again the wind
was in our face but we were rewarded with nice trout that would rise to dry flies as well as ambush deep damselyfly
nymphs that were dredged through the channel creating the outlet.

A view back up Grave Lake from near the outlet

From the outlet we descended through the forest and within two miles arrived at the South Fork Little Wind River. This
beautiful stream ranged from 10-20 feet wide and was full of trout.  We   dropped our packs and set up our rods,
eager to fish moving water for a change. Speckled Wing Quills were in the air and the four of us spread out across a
half mile stretch of the creek. Nobody was disappointed.  Almost every cast was met with a strike from a brookie,
cutthroat, or cutbow hybrid.

A typical stretch of water in the magical South Fork Little Wind River

We shouldered our packs and hiked upstream into the headwaters, a tremendous basin called Ranger Park which
contains over a dozen lakes holding trout.  We climbed up to a shelf and found Valentine Lake tuck up against the
steep walls of Windy Mountain.  After setting up camp we fished the lake, catching numerous brook trout on dry flies
as well as damselfly and streamer patterns.  Fishing the lakes can be hit or miss.  Sometimes the trout seem to be out
and feeding and other times you can walk around the entire shore and never see a trout.  Fortunately, this evening
the trout were cooperating and we fished till dusk.

Crossing the creek in Ranger Park with Buffalo Head looming in the background

The next day our destination was the headwaters of the North Fork Popo Agie River, another tributary to the Little
Wind River.  Our travels took us up and across the barren windswept slopes of Windy Mountain.  The trail runs for
over five miles above treeline at elevations exceeding 11,000 feet. A brief scramble to the top of nearby Cathedral
Peak gave us an unrestricted 365 degree view from the 12,326 foot summit.  The broad ridgetop of Windy Mountain is
not a place you would want to be during fog or storms and we were fortunate to have crystal clear skies (and wind, of
course).  We arrived at Lizard Head Meadows and set up our camp at a point where the valley began to lose elevation
as it dropped to the east.  This gave us an opportunity to fish both a section with swift runs, plunge pools and pocket
water as well as an upper section where the creek more closely resembled a swimming pool – crystal clear and just a
few feet deep with hardly any measurable current.  This turned out to be an excellent place to practice casting as a
poor presentation or shadows from your line would set off a chain reaction of spooked fish.  

The barren slopes of Windy Mountain. Not a tree to be found
Our campsite was located about two miles below the headwaters of the creek, which is formed in a stunning granite
basin called the Cirque of the Towers.  The cirque is an international rock climbing destination, with hundreds of
technical climbing routes available.  If there is a more beautyful place to catch trout then I have not found it.  We were
rewarded with incredible views as the sun set and dusk came upon us.

North Fork Popo Agie with Lizard Head in the background

Sunset in the Cirque of the Towers

From left to right: Joe DeLisle, Neff Jenkins, David Ewing, and Derek Porter, Author

The following morning we broke camp and walked upstream in the cirque to the aptly named Lonesome Lake.  The
lake sits at 10,166 feet and is surrounded by a horseshoe shaped string of peaks towering over 2,000 feet above.
After four days of wind we were finally rewarded with calm conditions.  The location of the lake deep in the bottom of
an ancient glacial valley sheltered us from the winds blowing high above.  The calm conditions allowed us to see the
trout cruising around the gin clear waters of lake.  They were sipping emergers just below the surface.   We spread out
along the shoreline to find positions where we could make the long backcasts.  There were boulders that could be
waded out to as well as a shelf that could be waded out on so that you could reach the deeper water beyond.  At first
my offerings were met with mixed results but things improved immensely after switching to a 12 foot leader with size 20
midge adults with a pupa dropper. The longer leader with small flies definitely increased the chances of fooling the
trout.  For a few hours we all caught cutthroat after cutthroat.  Never before have I fished a spot where every single
trout was spotted before being cast to. Many of the trout were over 70 feet offshore which was feasible to reach when
the wind was light and if you could find a spot for your back cast.  The larger trout when hooked would take wide,
sweeping runs as they desperately attempted to return to the depths of the lake.  The combination of the scenery and
the water conditions was surreal.  We had plans to move on and fish other waters that day, being skeptical of how
many trout we could catch in a lake at an elevation over 10,000 feet.  On this afternoon however those plans were
scrapped without even a discussion.  There was no way were leaving this spot to fish anywhere else on this day.  The
fact that our car was over ten miles away an on the other side of the Continental Divide is the only reason we
grudgingly broke down our rods and packed up and left.  It turned out to be the perfect spot to make our final casts of
the trip.  

Sight fishing on Lonesome Lake

A view of the cirque and Lonesome Lake as we climb towards Jackass Pass

e crossed back over the Continental Divide at the curiously named Jackass Pass and began our descent towards
Big Sandy Lake. Soon thereafter we were walking downstream along the Big Sandy River, reflecting on the trip as the
sun set over the mountains to our left.  A few miles later we set up our last camp in the dark, satisfied that we had
made the most of our time in Wyoming’s Wind River Range.

Reflections on the Big Sandy River near dusk

Fish caught along the way

Wind River Range Magic
Backcountry Fly Fishing on the Rooftop of Wyoming
by Derek Porter
October, 2015 Issue
f you are looking for a remote western backcountry experience where the variety of the terrain and scenery is
equally matched by the variety of fish you will catch then look no further than the Wind River Range of the Rocky
Mountains of Wyoming. The WRR encompasses 2.25 million acres in an area roughly 110 miles long and 35-40
Mae's Lake
Fish Creek Park View
Pyramid Lake
Continental Divide
Grave Lake
South Fork Little Wind River
Ranger Park
Windy Mountains
North Fork Pop Agie
Trout Bums
Fly fishing Lonesome lake
Cirque and LOonesome lake
Big Sandy River
Rainbow trout
Brook trout
brown trout
Brook trout
Cutthroat trout
Cutthroat Trout
Cutbow trout
Cutthroat trout
Fishing Journal
Copyright 2015 James Marsh