I broke a sweat getting down into Slickrock and I damn
near broke a gut getting up out of there. Damn, but that's
a hike. Kipper plopped down on the ground at Big Fat Gap
and slept through a passing thunderstorm, poor old guy,
he's gonna be 9 come September and for a dog that's almost
elderly.

A good day of fishing, I caught one brown that I told
Tewksbury went about 8 pounds.

I had five good days astream, time for this yankee,
(that's "damn yankee" for all y'all of the southern
persuasion ;-), to head back to the flatlands of Urbana.

I'll be back.

--
Ken Fortenberry