Been a month since we were trekking the Stough Basin of the Winds, having rolled the dice and hit the weather jack-pot. Finding new lakes, rarely if ever fished. Catching fish till we're silly and pondering a rise in a sterile looking lake and then later, the big tail splash rise seen only by Pablo. Exulting in hot, cold, wind, rain, sleet- repeat, and scrambling to rock shelter under blackening skies only to moments later peak out to bright sun. Seeing one lone hiker in five days. Welcoming a four point muley into our evening camp. Spending a morning unable to walk but finally busting it out a day early, in record time, in the mind numbing pain of a cut foot because going was easier than stopping.Winter is baring down on us. Expeditions now only in memory or scratching their way on to 2015 calendars. Everybody dreams, but only a few live those dreams- life is good men, dream on.
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Cut foot? what is that all about? do explain your "bathtub" mishap... and what you mean expeditions are for next year? I've got one lined up in less than two weeks boy!
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