Left on red.

I'm finding it hard to concentrate, we leave friday for the Salmon River! Every year I wish away the weeks between Labor Day and Columbus Day weekend. I can't decide whether it's better to think fondly of fishing for salmon and huge trout on a fly, or is it the looking forward to it that I enjoy. I can't think of anything more fun than the annual fishing trip, but I'm trying to enjoy the build up. Like right now for instance... I'm looking forward to it. Once we are there it will be cool... but almost over. And I know that once it's over, It's a whole year before I get to go again. I like the idea of only going up once a year, It's kind of like ice cream when I was a kid. If it's a treat, you look forward to it. Once you're an adult and you can eat ice cream for dinner, it is no longer a treat.

This year, we're a smaller group than usual, my brother-in-law, Sean is expecting a baby girl, Richie is feeling the economy, I don't know what Pat the Fisher is doing... bowling probably. So it'll be Me & Steph. Larry, Mike, and Mike Jr.
For saturday at least, It'll be just Me and Stephan, that should be cool. While fishing, We can solve the economic crisis, argue without concern for whether we are annoying other members of our crew, and hopefully hold up some monsters for the camera.
Even as I type this I'm getting distracted by thoughts of the first morning, when the glass is still half full. Fuck! I'm ready to roll right now.