Steve agreed to pick me up at the Bozeman International Overseas Aerodrome today after driving all the way from Seattle while I rode a very bumpy Horizon Q400 the five hundred odd miles from home to here. Weather was not good for most of the trip and very turbulent. In spite of that, or maybe because of that, the views here are quite spectacular.
We've watched a number of thunderstorms roll in from the west and have seen lightning many times. Whether we are seeing fires start or not we'll find out later.
We got to West Yellowstone about five thirty so we had time to wander through a few fly fishing shops. One would think that in a town that's only about five blocks long there would not be more than one of these stores. We visited three and have not seen them all. It would appear that fly fishing is a money generating sport in these parts. We did listen to the guides in one store discussing today's outings with one another and it sounds like twenty inch fish are just itching for Steve and I to show up with our Lamboghini Woolybooger Activator Indicator flies to yank 'em out. We will see how that works out. Remember, for me it's called fishing, not catching.
Into the park tomorrow with a very wet weather forecast. I'll update tomorrow night.
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