We couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take a Sunday afternoon paddle by canoe on the McKenzie River. The promise of fish and fine riparian views outweighed our reluctance to venture out into the drizzle. What care we when we have the best waxed cotton outerwear for the worst Oregon Spring in recent memory.
Rick’s prized Grumman (a transplant, like Rick, from Minnesota)
Prized canvas duck duffle (family heirloom)
Flies tied for the occasion
Preparing to launch
My assignment
In full wax garb
Passing view
Non archival footwear (and Filson fly-fishing strap vest)
Recommended substitution
Success! (first of several)
makes me want to get on a lake…