I arrived safely at home late last night, and only 90 minutes later than I thought, courtesy a stop to help a family change a tire in the dark (helpful hint to traveling families; always carry lights when traveling, especially headlamps).
This morning it feels like half of me (the thinking half) is still covering ground somewhere between here and Missoula, a feeling eerily similar to my state of mind during the whole Montana Road Trip 2010.
It’s as if I never quite got my feet underneath me.
Today’s going to be spent unpacking, replying to emails, catching up… Basically, the long exhale that comes at the end of every fly fishing road trip.
More soon. Until then, see you anywhere but the road, Tom Chandler.
This reminds me of when I hiked to the top of Guadalupe Peak, the highest point in Texas. I arrived at the campsite and there was a Mustang with a flat directly across from my campsite. The owner was obviously on the way to/from the peak. She returned 1-2 hours after the sun set and was trying to change the tire herself with a mini-mag lite.
I walked across the road and provided not only illumination, but also some insight where she should place the jack to avoid damaging sheet metal. I felt I did my good deed for the day but I also realized some people need a little more education when they are learning how to drive.
Rich(Quote)
Now that YOU are home, do YOU think in a couple of days YOU can write a Fishing Report: The Upper Sacramento River? Please. Are there any October Caddis adults fluttering around yet?
Thank YOU
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