It seems the traffic here,when the weekend AND fly fishing are at the center, dies a horrible, punctuated death. Thus, I’m just going to post a picture I did not take, to sort of show you what my view will be when I get close–for those that manage to wander in here on a Saturday.
There’s rivers in that wilderness. And I’ll be on one of them today.
Later: another short missive from the Floyd’s Frosty outpost.