This is where I talk sunburnt shoulders and cold toes; about canyons and thin sky and clear water and sandstone rocks that fall and splash into the river at night and the cicadas that fall and splash into the river and get eaten by rainbow trouts.
This is where I talk about river backhauls with Holly the Hauler and bags of wine, rain and waterfalls, sandy tent floors and pan seared strip steaks, pontoons and five weights, sink tips with olive cone-head buggers, floating line with big black foam creatures; hoppers and droppers and stoppers and floppers.
This is where I talk about my father and my uncle, family and good times, learning and teaching and how important they all are.
This is where you look at pictures.
This is where I write -A.
This is where we tell you how fucking great it is.
ReplyDeleteThis is where I say thanks dude.
Deletethis is where i comment on your blog.
ReplyDeleteThis is where I make a witty reply.
DeleteBad-friggin-ass right there.
ReplyDeleteDude- Totally awesome experience I bet. I mean... how many people get to float with Jamie Hyneman. I bet he dropped some science on you during the trip.
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome.
ReplyDeleteThis is where I hide my jealousy.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteClassic, wine from a bag. Who the he** needs some kind of fancy plastic glass anyway???
I just bought a second-hand 'toon. A Scadden Skykomish Sunrise.
I notice that one of you is lucky enough to have one also.
Looks like a great trip.
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Thanks, dude.
DeleteHe** is my uncle who bringeth cup for wine, but he also slapped the bag, so I don't hold it against him.
I love my scadden boat.
Things are legit for absolutely certain.
ReplyDeleteNot even a doubt.
DeleteThis is where you feed the awesome.
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