On Wed, 21 Sep 2005 06:48:20 -0400, "Tim J."
wrote:

George Cleveland wrote:
After accidentally deleting two versions of a TR to go with these
pictures I give up!

Jacci and I went to the U.P. last Thursday. We met Wolfgang and John
B. there. We went fishing. Here are the pictures.

Do you need a decoder ring to view? Sarge obviously has the decoder
ring, because I keep getting "page not available" error.


Hmmm, no idea why that would happen. Would you like me to ship them to
you for to your sites ROFF photo collection?


BTW I just found the first few paragraphs of one of my TRs . I think
the pictures alone do a better job of describing the Trip.


" It had been years since I had driven up 45 into Michigan. Its a
little over an hour from our house to the border but one of the
"downsides" of living near good trout and bass water is that a person
doesn't really feel the need to search for fishing opportunities.
Also, if I go a distance and miss a hatch its no big deal. But if I
miss a hatch on my home water for that year I feel that I've forgone
something of real importance. So I tend to stick close to my home and
my Rivers. Also, perhaps, there was lurking in my mind the fear that
the U.P. would have undergone the same yuppification that I've seen
degrade other areas in the Northwoods. The huge "Summer homes"... the
fast food franchises... the people in their casual clothes that look
too forcedly casual... the whole list of old codger complaints about
the state of the outdoors in 2005 C.E.. I remembered the central U.P.
as being big and empty and, quite frankly, behind the times. Which
suited me just fine. So there was a degree of trepidation as we
approached the border through the growing sprawl of Eagle River as to
what we would find.

What we found was a stark transformation at the border. To the south
it was Modern Tourism. To the north was something else. The forest
composition changed. The habitation patterns changed. With the
exception of the Casino near Watersmeet and a few other modern
"conveniences" there, the country looked little changed from what I
saw 30 years ago, when I first traveled that road towards the dark
Porcupine Mountains and the big lake beyond. The long, almost western,
vistas were still uncluttered. The woods were different. Trees are a
bit bigger, more meant to end up as planks and 2X4s and fewer meant to
end up as Kleenex. The biggest single difference though were the
number..."

And it went on (and on) from there.


g.c.

Who appears to be a windy *******, doesn't he?