"Rain, hail, sleet or snow, up the mountain I will go."- Bow

The weather was questionable to proceed with Friday's plans for an overnight trip to Red Pine Lake and the idea of heading elsewhere for the weekend briefly crossed my mind after viewing the weather forecast.  A strong storm from the south was scheduled to hit the Salt Lake valley sometime Friday afternoon and remain through the weekend.  I informed Bow of the forecast around noon and asked if we needed an alternate plan but he simply replied, "Rain, hail, sleet or snow up the mountain I will go."  At this response I understood his determination to proceed with the plans to chase high alpine trout.
The weather was clear when we arrived at the White Pine Trail Head but showed signs that things were about to change.  With the nights gear on our back we began our hike to the lake and towards the storm.  The rain held off for most of the hike and the cool temperatures made the trek very enjoyable.  With only 1.5 miles remaining, rain began to fall and continued through our arrival and camp search.  We settled on a site on the east side of the lake with adequate cover and over 200 ft. away from the water as required by the Forest Service and Watershed rules.
Because of our camp's location was higher on the ridge we started the next day at Upper Red Pine Lake.  I had been informed that this lake holds a steady population of large Bonneville Cutthroat and after seeing the lake's depth and large amounts of scuds and caddis I understand how this high alpine lake could sustain large fish.
The storm held off for the period of time we fished at the upper lake but high winds made it difficult to cast and locate fish.  We ventured down the drainage to Lower Red Pine Lake to continue our search.  Arriving at the inlet, our hopes were high and we quickly began casting but the rain began to fall. Our efforts resulted in several strikes but none landed..  With our gear quickly saturating and temperatures dropping we made the painful decision to leave the lake and its illusive Bonneville Cutthroat.  We were a little disappointed with the fact that the conditions kept us from pursuing the trout but we understood the risks when we left the trailhead and continued for the sake of adventure.
On the way back to the trailhead the rain briefly stopped and we noticed a small outlet stream at the bottom of the canyon.  We set down our packs to have a look in hopes of spotting a trout.  As we approached a pool, several scattered and we quickly unpacked our rods and set up to fish.  We split up and Bow headed downstream with a midge pattern and I upstream with a caddis pattern.  Each pocket fished provided a strike and several cutthroats and one brook were landed.