Can’t remember how the plan was hatched, but the plan came together over the last year. Travel north and east to fish rivers that neither of us had fished. Several Drakians offered advice and their experience. The lottery was entered, and prime water was secured. Flies were tied. New tackle was ordered.
Time passed slowly until it was time to head north. Fatman arrived in style, a day and a half of the road already under his belt.
We had a traveling companion
The first day saw us making it to the Adirondacks, camped hidden among the big trucks.
Crossed the border with a few dozen new friends.
Scenery went from boring to amazing.
The woods started looking different
Still snow in the high country
Another full day of driving and we arrived.
More to come…