Ellen is ready to cast her dry fly to a rising Madison River rainbow. Even our dogs sense the trip. This year we will stop and fish the South Fork of the Boise on to Ketchum and then up to our place on the Madison River below Quake Lake. Where the cool night and warm days have the browns getting in the mood and the rainbows feisty. We will spend a day or two within the Yellowstone Park camping and fishing our old spots like Slough Creek.
We've been traveling up to the Yellowstone Plateau for over 40 years. We fly fished, told tales of grizzly bears in Slough Creek since there were no rattlers and caught a 100 trout a day on the tributaries of Yellowstone Lake. We fish and learned from the old timers like Charlie Brooks, Pat Barnes, even the easterner like Bob Jacklin. Our eldest was Baptized in these Holy water and time spent up there renewed us.
Ellen and I will separate after 10 days. Ellen loves her alone road trip and in her new Lincoln will drive through the Great Basin back to her fall gardening in Reno and time alone which she cherish. I will take the hounds past the Hi Line cross into the Hudson Bay watershed and camping on the Prairies where God entertain us with ruby sunsets and turquoise northern lights. Several friends with come later to camp and travel with me in Saskatchewan. We live off the land eating game birds, garden raised turnip, tomatoes potatoes and Hutterite non homogenized milk. The dogs gain strength feasting on wild ducks and geese and listen with ears perked to their ancestors, the wolves howl at the moon.
The Ford 350 crew cab dually 7.3 diesel has performed flawless. Living within the Lance Camper powered by solar and propane, we live quite well off the grid for 4-5 weeks until the winter storms drive us south. Anticipation and hope are good thing
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