It has finally cooled off a bit after several weeks of 90-105 temps. I recall this day in late January. I gave up that day, beaten down by the East wind, the frozen feet and hands and sloppy casting. I was alone…that should have been a tip off…and I finally wore down and trudged back to the p-u. Now, the wind is forgotten and the whiteness seems to be as inviting as a refreshing sno-cone on a hot day. Like many grueling endeavors in life, later the sharp edges are smoother in the recollections.
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