Sweetwater is about an hour west of Vail. Grandma & Grandpa built there because they thought no one would ever drive all the way over Vail Pass to get to Vail...there's no fishing in Vail & at the time there was no skiing either. They thought Sweetwater was going to be the next great vacation destination. Well, we all know that didn't really pan out for them & they ended up selling the cabin which is now run by a resort company. Actually it's not really "run by" a resort company. They rent out the cabins but it doesn't appear that they take any effort to run the place or keep the cabins up in a resort-y way at all. In fact, when we asked the resort lady how to fish on the lake (the shore has gotten really overgrown & it's hard to get to the edge of the water), she looked at us funny and said, "well, you just put your fishing line in the water." Not the ideal resort concierge service.
Anyway, we did walk around and check out the old cabin & the spot where Bob & I camped long ago in our kidless, spur of the moment, let's-drive-here-and-check-it-out days. We took a rather long hike and put our lines in the water (as our informative guide instructed) before bidding Sweetwater a sad farewell & heading on home.
Views from our hike
that's the old cabin right near the water's edge
You'll have to use your anti-blurry imagination on this one--but those are two bald eagles--who hopefully had more luck fishing than we did.
Sadly, Julia's hat (borrowed from Sophie), several fishing flies-stuck in tree branches, and a pop can didn't make it out of our brushy fishing spot. Dang it.
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