The list of things I wanted to do this summer was way longer than the list of things that got done, but I guess that is par for life on earth.
Life seems to be about balance:
Did some camping
Didn't do any backpacking
Did float the GR and the Snake
Didn't float the Salmon
Did play at the cabins of three different friends
Didn't get to the ocean
Did get pulled in a tube by a boat
Didn't wet a water ski.
Did some fly fishing
Didn't bring my fly rod home in the same number of pieces
Did have some great evenings paddling w/ my lover
Didn't get to linger anywhere for very long
Did get each boat out at least twice
Didn't get the ropes out once.
Didn't do any backpacking
Did float the GR and the Snake
Didn't float the Salmon
Did play at the cabins of three different friends
Didn't get to the ocean
Did get pulled in a tube by a boat
Didn't wet a water ski.
Did some fly fishing
Didn't bring my fly rod home in the same number of pieces
Did have some great evenings paddling w/ my lover
Didn't get to linger anywhere for very long
Did get each boat out at least twice
Didn't get the ropes out once.
Best quote of the summer: "There must be a metric shitload of fish in this river"
Steelhead are coming, I have my elk tag and a very special deer tag in hand, but the bird dog is fat.
The glory of September can linger deep into October, and we are already talking about skiing around here.
