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ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED MAY 2013
On Saturday after Irene, Marty and Margie headed for home Forrest and I started working on a new series of interviews and some demos for this blog.
I’ll add links to each video as I get them edited.
We started with a fly tying demo. Do you know how to make a lure to attract a hungry trout to your line? Forrest does. Remember he was a fishing guide in Yellowstone starting when he was twelve. He made his granddaughter promise that she would only fish with flys she tied herself.
Forrest says that you only need to know how to tie two flies to catch trout all season long, a Woolley Worm and a Squirrel Tail, and he shows us how to tie both…
Fly tying in the Fenn household is a family event. Even Cody helps out.
Next we went out to Forrest’s very own pottery shard pile in his backyard where we got the lowdown on southwest pottery making and decorating. You’ll wish you had a shard pile in your backyard.
From the shard pile we moved to Forrest’s book collection where he shows us some of his extremely unique books. I love his books. I think you will too.
From books we moved over to Forrest’s lab where he showed us some amazing finds from his pueblo at San Lazaro. This was a lot of fun as Forrest pulled out marvel after marvel from his beautifully maintained collection.
One more interview before I had to leave. The subject was his new book. Will it have clues? Will reading it make me smarter?
230PM Sunday, April 14th. Mile 2,126
Forrest and Peggy wish me a smooth trip home. They are terrific folks.
On the road again. There is a spot I want to check out in Utah that I’ll pass by on the way back to Washington State.
Look at this road. It’s begging me to let the truck explore it.
So I do. Off we go. I am as happy as I can be. The road is old but unruffled. My windows are down. Spring is in the air. The horizon looks spectacular. Esmerelda is running smooth and has a big grin on her face. She loves this kind of traveling. Not certain where we are or where we’re headed but it sure looks interesting.
Then I see another road that looks even more tempting. Esmerelda tells me to go for it.
Then it happens. Stuck good…I have no one to blame but myself. I pull out the ice axe and start digging poor old Esmerelda out.
It takes three hours to extract Esmerelda from her predicament. No Yellow Hat comes to my aid. The situation is worsened by the fact that her left front wheel is just a few inches away from a massive red ant colony. I consider them for a moment. thousands live in that hill. Maybe tens of thousands. I have to dig Ezey out without upsetting the ants because I well remember being swarmed and bitten by those little creatures in the past. They are not like the peaceful black ants we have at home. These guys attack and their bite hurts like a bee sting. Some folks are allergic to them. I am not but I still want no trouble with them.
The day is now nearly over. I am covered in sand. Esmerelda is covered in sand. The only thing left to do is find a shower for me and a carwash for Ezey.
On the way we pass a tourist trap empire. I have always planned to stop here some day. I still want to. Today is not the day.
Home at midnight on Tuesday total mileage = 3,553. No treasure but a lot of great memories. And Esmerelda gets me there and back once more.
My take away from this trip is..”Take the road less traveled but be prepared to spend a little extra time in the trenches.”