silverthorne, how i love thee...

the cold clear waters of the blue river, soaring mountain peaks, the smell of convenience store nacho cheese mingling with pine sap, and the roar of the interstate humming in your ears as semis fly past over your head.

what a weird fishing experience, but when the browns are this pretty i guess i can deal with it.

link o' the day:

if you fish colorado (dad!) you need to go here for reports.