You know it’s fall in the Northwest when the air gets damp and the rains start to come, mixed with a few days of sunshine. In the early autumn, just after a rain, there’s a damp, musky scent in the forest, and it is then that the foragers for wild mushrooms head into the woods.
Archives for October 2004
It doesn’t take much for me to get excited about fishing. I love watching the water, enjoying the outdoors, the mystery of not knowing what will happen next. Heck, fish form the basis of most of my diet. To all that good stuff, you have to add the challenge of trying new things. There is always some new gimmick or gismo or some technique that deserves a chance to succeed.
In between the places I am required to be while writing columns, articles and books and giving seminars, I still have flexibility in my direction. I turned left from Sacandaga Lake, New York, and headed into Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine for the next four weeks, revisiting old haunts and discovering new ones. New England is a charming mix of white church steeples, covered bridges, connected housing, maple syrup and country stores.
Route 66, which connected Chicago with Los Angeles before the interstate highway system was built, was an introduction to the Wild West for travelers from the East as they encountered trading posts, tepees and even a giant jackrabbit.
I believe it takes awhile to observe the real mannerisms of any RV. A trip around the block isn’t enough time to get a true feeling of a rig in normal use.