I’ve been up for a few hours already, awakened by the mighty municipality of Cascade’s siren / “bomb alarm” blaring loud and clear for a full five minutes at 0500h. I lay in the cot for a minute, enjoying the cool morning air, and then thought “what the hell” and started the day. When a medevac started circling town thirty minutes later, landing shorty thereafter on Main Street, there was no more chance of sleep.
Just another day on the Missouri.
Yesterday, a client collapsed in a guide boat and was declared clinically dead for 30 seconds. He was choppered out and, as of the latest news, is recovering.
I had a shot of tequila with the guide last night and can tell you he was a little shaken.
It all seems to blur into the July madness. August is a week away, and I can tell you we are all ready, though it looks like at least for FGP work, August will not bring the anticipated lull.
I like busy. Busy is good.
I spent a recent morning out of the shop, hiking up and down the river and taking some images of the boat traffic underneath Holter Dam. It was a typical, very bright summer morning, with no clouds in the sky. Using the swarms of bugs and the dust generated by the road, I was able to generate a bit of texture to the images despite the bright, unforgiving skies.
I caught a few waves from guides who I know and who recognized me, while others stared at me, somewhat incredulous. There was a girl on the bank. With a camera. Eh. At any rate, they should all be used to seeing me running around with a camera over one shoulder.
They have their fly rods, I have a Canon.
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