If you like catching trout and you like solitude on the river, the Olympic Peninsula in July is the place for you. This is the land of steelhead fishing, lifted pick-up trucks, weed shops and “Women for Trump.”
I can’t honestly say that I have had a personal relationship with any trout that I have caught. Each one seems a small miracle to me, both in that I was able to catch it, and in its iridescent beauty.
It is starting to get chilly in the mountains of Wyoming. Camping next to North Piney Creek last weekend our thermometer read 15 degrees at 6:30 AM, though it warmed up quickly with the sunrise and daytime temps were in the 70s.
Fishing, like a lot of activities, has a certain amount of ritual involved. Sure, you could just go fishing… but wouldn’t it be better to stop at the fly shop and have a word with the fellas?
