Mostly done editing. Not quite all the way finished with some of they arty shots, but what the hell. You're gonna get what we have because we're pretty sure that after last week, the anadromous fish population of this flow has an APB out on us and we don't wanna stay in one place too long.
Paddy was nice enough to loan us a cool fisheye lens for the duration, and although we haven't officially asked him yet, we're angling to take it on RoadTrip '09 v3 as well - which would be cool, seeing as how we don't think we could sell enough blood and assorted bodily fluids in the next week to afford one of these bad larrys for ourselves.
Narwhal and Drifter were excellent company as usual, and with the exception of the first night's random photos of dirt and leaves ("Push harder, dude...Yes, THAT button."), he proved an able lensman and capably brave in the face of a charging turkey sandwich, no mayo.
Once on the river, we were all business...ok, not really. But we went down that thing like we had a mask and a gun. No nook, no cranny, no side-channel was safe with us around. Armed with a 4-year-old can of bear spray and a net, we got into places that the bears didn't even wanna be.
At any rate, here's the goods from RoadTrip '09 v2.2. To get in the appropriate mood, a Fisha might wanna open a beer and crank up a little Parliament/Funkadelic to fully capture the moment...then again, maybe that's just us.
Every now and then, the plane flies over things that don't have clouds over them.
The fine folks in the 1st class section were nice enough to provide us with many of these tasty scenery-enhancing beverages.
Ready to rumble.
This guy jumped into a tree. Really.
Narwhal on the sticks.
Three from the Giving Tree.
The MoneyBucket was good to us - when we could keep 'em from going around the rootwad. 2 casts, 2 dance partners.
Sunrise, day 4.
The always-amusing game of "Feed the Starving Dog".
23° and fishy.
The fish we came for.
Back-channel dirty love.
More back-channel dirty love.
The Last Good Cast.
The last night.
RoadTrip '09 v2.2 is now closed. Frantic preparations have begun for v3 in the form of matériel acquisition and massive amounts of fly-tying, but every now and then we sit still, close our eyes, and dream of last week's dance partners.
We wouldn't want it any other way.