I take comfort in these words.
I've been traveling for a month. I've been on planes, trains, and automobiles. It's been stupidly fun and and just irritating enough to balance everything out.
My life has changed dramatically in the last month. I'm finally starting to see the fruits of the last five year's labor. I'm finally actualizing all of these hair brained, skin of my teeth plans I've been rambling about for years. And I bought a new fly rod.
I'd love to delve deeper, but I'm on my way out the door to see Old Crow Medicine Show at Red Rocks. It's a tough life, but someone has to hold down the fort. I'll write more this weekend when I get back to the Great White North.
