The Drake

Fishing for Bars

ORNING AT PYRAMID LAKE. You can almost believe you’re on the inlet of a sea, looking out across some remote, barren coastline. But reality comes in the form of a desert lake, nearly the polar opposite of Jackson, Wyo., where we live. I had driven to Nevada two days earlier, looking to escape ski-town mud season and the one-percenters. Surely the one-percent crowd is here

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