B.F.E., WY

Had secret black-ops information of a highly classified, highly sensitive nature. Also known as the code of "keep your mouth shut about this place and I'll tell you where it is." Headed North of Utah in search of some bigger river with some bigger cutthroats. The drive was long and arduous, the mileage rolling on the odometer and the worries of live getting farther father away. Once in the woods and back lands of the west life really stops for me and becomes focused on nature. However long the drive on the pavement and the seemingly mundane and endless dirt road it was however also extremely scenic. The leaves had already turned up there into the bright Claude Monet colors of fall. This time of year reminds me of New Hampshire on the 1/8 scale. The magnitude of New Hampshire leaf peeping and the amazing scenes laid out before every tourist driving I-93 throughout the state, stopping to snap photos which can cause major pile ups, and the jaw-dropping vistas of natures canvas spread across the landscape in ROYGBIV is one of the only things I miss about New England. Yet, here in the West it seems no one really seeks out this aspect and time of nature in its utmost brilliance. There are so few people in the back country these days and those that are there are looking to kill some game. So, as it stands we have that in the west but again 1/8 the scale and 1/8 the crowd. I walked around and took so many photos of natures cool off and prep for winter that I probably spent equal time between gazing off, hitting the shutter and actually fishing... Then I caught some fish. The river was big and wide, the fish educated, and the weather was mostly cooperative minus a few bits of hail and rain every night. All in all an equation for good times with no fractions or remainders, solid math like 2+4=6. Solid adventure. I really don't know what I am saying now, so if you followed that malaise congrats, because I didn't. Let's visualize nature & fish: