Ferry Boats and False Starts

The False Start: An unsuccessful attempt to begin something. As per my last post, I had a shakey go of it on Day 1 in the real world. I vowed to move forward unfazed, and rode my bike into work again this past Tuesday. New battery, no stalls. Friendly conversation in...

Some Dreams Take Time to Warm Up

This move to Seattle has been exciting, but not without its ups and downs. One of the downs is the cost of the ferry ride from the city over to Bainbridge Island where I work ($560 a month!). Clearly, the only cost mitigation option available to me was… buying a...

The Book of Mormon Crickets

There used to be just two things I’d never do while drunk – drive, and say I love you for the first time – but last summer, I added “packing for fishing trips” to that list. I planned a few days in the Yellowstone backcountry for the week following my best...

Same as It Ever Was

I killed a fish today. I didn’t mean to, but it happens. (And, if you’re wondering, it’s not the fish in the picture, I’m not that morbid.) No matter how often I find myself at the river, no matter how many fish I successfully catch and...

Zen and the Art of Flyfishing

If I’m headed for the homewater, I usually approach it in one of three ways: I go with a known rig because I need a fish in the net. I go with a loved bug because I want to swing a fly rod. I experiment/screw around because boots in the water is enough. This...