Squaw Lake in Northern Nevada. This is the logical place to launch a canoe or rowboat.Look at that blue sky! The lake is reputedly full of trout, but we didn't fish. Nothing in this world tastes better than a trout out of clean, cold water that was caught in late afternoon and eaten in early evening--fried up with cornmeal in a cast iron skillet over a fire. A few fried potatoes and maybe a slice of homegrown tomato completes the meal. And a tot of whiskey. What the hell.
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