The Beaver Ponds

This past weekend my family headed up to the place where my grandfather loved to fish and where we spread his ashes. This special spot is up in Monarch and kind of tricky to get to, so once we get to a certain point we all hop in the back of pick-up trucks and head up the rocky road until we get to a point that we cant drive any further. Then, we hike up into the the valley where the once big lake is now more like a stream that winds around. Even my 93 year old Grandmother made the hike up and over to get to the ponds which is pretty hard core if you ask me. It was so great getting to spend time with the family, hanging by the campfire, fishing, making s’mores, and most of all telling stories about my grandpa who was a pretty amazing guy.