fly fishing
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“All that is solid melts into air.”
Last Tuesday, three days after my 61st birthday, I was thigh-high in the Blue, just outside Silverthorne, Colorado. The water was cold, in the low fifties. The air was about the same. I had been fishing the bend in the river for an hour to no avail. I know there is a trough to the Continue reading
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Chile – A repost
There was no phone, no email, no internet. Continue reading
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“…to adopt another life.”
I made a sweeping motion and announced, “This is my classroom.” Continue reading
...the house I live in... 