Alright, amigos, it’s time to saddle the horse and prepare to head north. We’ve got to leave the allure of Las Vegas, New México, while we still can. This place is getting ahold of me, but I gotta go, get back to my mountain hideaway in the northern Rockies of Colorado, before it’s too
“Eventually, all things merge into one; and a river runs through it.” -Norman MacLean, A River Runs Through It Growing up on a mill pond in a small town in the days before computers certainly had its opportunities. That’s an understatement. Learning to swim off a dam with calm, deep water above and
The fish’s head slowly emerges, its steely, amber eyes rupture the river’s surface and glare into Ben’s eyes before it plunges, rolling back down into the dark, flashing a big yellow belly and boiling the water with its tail, waving buh-bye! Ben knows, at that moment, he has the biggest creature of his life
