Yesterday was a blustery day in Colorado, winds gusted to 100 mph in some areas of the foothills and mountains. The drive to the mountains to host the 2016 edition of the Fly Fishing Film Tour was fairly uneventful, the drive home was a different story, white knuckle at best. A big crowd came out to support the cause at the F3T tour and we raised a bunch of money for Project Healing Waters.
had been years since I busted out the muskrat hat to fish in the winter, it was cold out, so I busted it out on the Blue River, somewhere way down by Green Mountain Reservoir. It's still warm and was a gift from a trapper in Summit County back in the 80's when I was a singing cowboy at Keystone resort. It's a cool hat.
The drive home basically sucked until Silver Plume where the roads dried up and it was clear sailing. It's gonna be a pretty good ski day today. It was dumping hard and blowing a million miles an hour. Thankfully I only saw 2 other cars on the road all the way to the dry spots and I could drive right down the middle of the road for the 20 miles of this.
On a quick note to follow up on the Facebook purge, it is going to continue, if your Facebook feed is all about yourself all the time, you have nothing clever or funny to say, or I get spammed by your account all the time, you are fucking gone, deal.
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