After starting to settle in, and making about 10 casts, all hell broke loose. The Wind picked up, from 10MPH to a cool 40MPH. At that point we had to call it a day. There is nothing like driving for an hour only to get your dreams crushed by 40MPH wind.
By the time I got back to Boulder the wind was still howling, but still had fishing on the brain. So I started thinking of a little pond that might have some shelter from the Wind. I grabbed my old trusty 3wt and headed out for some excitement. I soon found my self throwing a Stimmy and any B.H nymph to countless hungry panfish.
It's always good to have a back up plan for days when you think the day will be a waste due to Wind.