This is a distant shot of the East Fork Bridge. I spent hundreds of hours fishing up here with Paul Paker, friends, and occasionally, his dad. It's strange to spend so much time with someone. I took his friendship for granted, thinking that he'd always be around. He's around, just around Southern California. Paul Parker was the best fisherman that I'd ever known wit the possible exception of his dad.
This is a shot of the San Gabriel Dam, where the East Fork and West Fork Rivers converge.
East Fork Road
And
in the summer when the water level is down in the San Gabriel Dam and West Fork it is populated with off-roaders of all kinds.
East Fork River coming into the San Gabriel Reservoir
Heading east on East Fork Road
East Fork River
East Fork
East Fork
East Fork
East Fork Road ends. This is shot from the parking lot at the end of East Fork Road. About a mile around that bend there to the right is where I learned to fish. Eric Bergquist showed me how to fish with salmon eggs. That was back in 1971. But since then, it was always with Paul Parker that I used to fish up here. The way Paul fished was that he would hit a pool with 2 or 3 casts, read the shallow or deep channels on the other edge of the stream to see what the fish were doing, deem it worthy for an extra 5 minutes, and then move to the next pool.
East Fork from the parking lot.
Bridge to Nowhere. I have never hiked back this far. I've heard it is a 5-mile hike. Would like to try it in spring, 2015.
East Fork River looking east.
East Fork River.
Cave across the river from
Camp Williams.
Follows Camp.
East Fork
East Fork
North Fork
East Fork
North Fork
West Fork parking lot.
Standing at the edge of the West Fork parking lot, looking west down into West Fork River.
West Fork River parking lot.
San Gabriel Reservoir letting out water.
