My desktop background is set to rotate through all the pictures on my computer. The picture below showed up on my screen this evening, immediately bringing back memories from a few years ago of a summer-time trip to Utah with my three daughters, exploring red rock and small mountain streams. I remember the warm August sun, a gentle breeze, the dry grass in the open meadow changing to lush green as we approached the creek. I remember my oldest daughter screaming at me and almost crying when she first stepped in to wet-wade this ice-cold stream. I remember her smile as she later held up a nice eight-inch brook trout to show me from the hole above where she was fishing on her own. I remember long casts in a quieter stretch downstream where dropping an elk hair caddis into openings in the submerged weeds was instantly rewarded with a take. I remember the deep hole against the cut bank right behind me in this picture where I had just caught a half dozen pretty rainbows and brook trout before turning downstream to take a picture so I could remember the almost perfect beauty of this stream. An hour or two break in that day's travels will always be with me, captured in a photo and ready to brighten a gray winter's day.