In the distance, you see Donohue Peak and Donohue Pass is the "V" to the left. You are looking at twelve to thirteen thousand foot peaks. Here I debate quitting my job and starting a tackle shop at this spot. The dream crashed to a halt when I suddenly realized that the Feds would immediately arrest me for maintaining a structure inside the Park. This is clearly prohibited by Park rules. Heck, if they won’t maintain a bathroom, what hope does a tackle shop have?