It feels a bit odd to be back in the city. Having spent the last five days road-tripping from Seattle to Los Angeles, hammock camping beneath the stars, and flyfishing from sun-up to sun-down, I’m suffering from a bit of culture shock and a sore right shoulder. The pain I carry as a badge of honor – hard won – the result of countless casts into the riffles and runs of the rivers scattered between Central Oregon and the Eastern Sierras of California. Though the pain will fade, a part of me has been changed permanently. Perhaps the waters of the Crooked River and the East Walker have seeped up through my toes and spread throughout my body, chemically altering my brain on some primal level. Maybe it was a result of time spent in the company of two of the finest men I know – Ryan Tuck, and my brother Joseph – kindred spirits, adventurers, and intellectuals. Whatever the cause, I know the waters of the Fall River, and the staggering beauty of the high desert will forever haunt me.
Aside from fishing, I also filmed quite a bit, and shot a fair number of still photos. My intention is to create short video about this trip in collaboration with my brother Joseph, who is writing an accompanying piece on our adventures. Hopefully I will find time to complete this project in the next month or so, but until then I thought you might enjoy a sneak peak, a handful of my favorite photos from the trip.
Hint: Click on the photos to see them a bit larger.
