This time last year I was catching fish. This time last year I had no idea I would be sitting in OKC wondering where I was going to be at the end of the month.
Florida? California?
I would really just like to go back to Washington.
I miss the mountains.
I miss the rivers.
I miss the trees.
I miss my friends.
I miss fishing almost everyday this time of year.
I miss camping.
I miss Tucannon.
I miss Washington.
I miss the early morning mist rising over the lake at 6:00 am in the morning when the sun peaks over the ridge of the mountain behind me.
I miss the tug of a 20 inch monster that just grabbed that new green wooly bugger I tied on.
I miss driving the two hours from the Tri-Cities with Coldplay blasting out the car stereo.
I miss the feeling I get everytime I drop that line in the water and my rod immediately pulls that rainbow colored beauty out of the water.
I miss Washington.
