Arrived in the little east-bum-fuck town of Dunsmuir, California after a four hour, late afternoon drive from Napa, looking forward to several peace-filled days of wintry fly-fishing. Road-tripped as I always do: accompanied by local NPR bizarro stations, a mug of green tea, long phone conversations with old friends, half a joint in the ashtray, [...]
Winter Fishing
February 15th, 2010