Still trying the Stanislaus


Saturday mornings used to be for cartoons. I’d cartwheel out of bed with my blanket and post up in front of the TV for Smurfs, Voltron or whatever animated action was on.
At 30, my weekends begin similarly, the cartwheel is more of a roll, but the lust for action is what keeps me from sleeping in.
The stretch of the Stanislaus River from the Goodwin Dam to Knights Ferry always will be always memorable, if for nothing else, because it’s essentially where I learned to throw flies…

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