Long, long overdue, but I finally made a trip out west to visit a great friend of over 15 years at the time, for some floating, fishing, and camping. I received a world class tour of the state with my friend who is a life long outdoorsman, fly fisherman, oarsman, and world class hiker.
We floated a couple of rivers together, walked and fished a couple more, and floated a mountain lake at twilight before camping at a spot that we were both quite certain was the best camping spot anywhere near the entire lake, whose beauty was second to none.
August may not be the very best time for fly fishing in Oregon, but this trip was hardly about the fish or the fishing (although, we did fish a little bit, and caught some fish too).
Just great to reconnect in person with a friend who I'm in touch with as frequently as any friend of mine in the world, but who I've seen seldom, as the land in between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans seems to get in the way.
Those mountains in Oregon are a little bigger than the old mountains of Pennsylvania. An understatement, certainly.
