Hawaii to the East Coast has been called home for the past 18 years--last seen deep in the Rocky Mountains.

Last week (mid-September 2009) the river was stilling running good and blue.

Photo: Ginny Holt

Photo: Liz Steketee

This little beat is no exception, having yielded a bunch of surly browns over the years to fender-tight casts of cree-hackled Woolly Buggers.

Photo: Ginny Holt

When not on assignment or playing ultimate frisbee, he can be found waist deep in the nearby trout streams of Northern California.

As I got older, choir and scripture lost their appeal, but early Sunday mornings with a fly rod continued to call me to more natural sanctuaries. I seek these places with angling as motivation.

You will need a road atlas, tape, glue, a socket set, vice grips, and the ability to listen to stories and tell stories for hours at a time as you rip through miles of the American west.