East toward Bridgeport, then several miles up Buckeye road (washboard dirt), to our campsite by the big granite boulder. Hike on the second day to Big Meadow up Buckeye canyon beneath towering peaks and surrounded intermittently by bulls. The next day to Twin Lakes, and not a nibble. Finally to fishing Buckeye Creek, lowest level we’ve ever seen. Catching fish is hardly the point…
