I love it when a plan comes together.
I love it when a plan comes together. Why is it that it so rarely happens?
I’m sitting in a hotel room in Castle Rock, Colorado after a 14+ hour, sometimes snow-laced drive here yesterday.
Jess of Fire Girl Photography and I are up here on a business excursion, with meetings planned for this morning. A little over an hour before meeting time this morning, the call that should only happen in the movies came in.
Our meeting counterpart by all reasonable descriptions is passing a gall stone; there’s a good physician in the family so expedited access to appropriate specialty care is in process as these words are typed and are sent to the ether.
To top it off access to my cloud-based server holding the tamale pictures for today’s Friday Feast post is on the fritz. Somehow that 99.9% guaranteed uptime and access promise rings a bit hollow when access to the damned files is impossible.
So be it. We’re doing what any reasonable fly fisher folks would do.
We’re going fishing and then driving back home.
Plans are made to be changed.
In fact, we have a standing backup for all failed plans-
Go Fish.
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