When writing up a trip report, I rely on my photos to help me remember what happened and when. I don’t have that luxury with this report (more on that later), so I’ll give you what I can remember. I can’t promise 100% accuracy, but the following recollections definitely contain a strong scent of truthiness.
Last Thursday I flew to Cody, where Lando, Miss Wyoming, and Louie (Lando’s dog) met me at the airport. From there we went to a bar, where a glass of whiskey helped wash the taste of modern air travel out of my mouth. After that we went to Lando’s house, and after a few more drinks I went to bed.
Hagen had expressed an interest in joining us on this trip, but he’d made an earlier commitment to spend Spring Break in Hawaii with his family instead. Kinder and gentler people would have commended him for being a loving and responsible husband and father, but where’s the fun in that?
Instead, we launched “Operation Tempt Hagen,” and proceeded to spend the next two days texting him photos of all his favorite things: biscuits and gravy, beer brewed somewhere other than Utah, ads for massage parlors…We started by having breakfast at Hagen’s favorite restaurant in Cody and then sending him photos of the menu.
After breakfast we stopped by the liquor store for provisions, and then went back to Lando’s house.
The wind had already kicked up, and Lando thought we might need something more than oar power, so he pulled out his motor and put it on his boat.
It had been awhile since he’d used it, so he decided to fire it up before we left to make sure it was still running OK.
He put some gas in the tank, suspended the motor in a trash can full of water, and started it up.
It seemed to run fine, but it wouldn’t piss.
Lando gave his mechanic a call and was advised to bring it in. Lando then turned to me and said, “BOAT: Break Out Another Thousand.”
After dropping off the motor, we picked up one of Lando’s friends and drove out to a different lake.
It was mostly frozen, but we found one small cove where the ice had thawed.
We fished it for awhile, and Lando got one to come up and look at his streamer.
We caught nothing.
We had something for dinner that night, but I’ve no recollection of who cooked it or what was served.