
Yesterday at this time I was rushing out the door unshowered, under-fed and decaffeinated to get to the Thorne River. Today I woke up knowing I only had two weeks left of my summer in Alaska and needed to adjust my attitude before moving on. And no, not just because a happy fisherman catches more fish. I whine a lot at the end of my summers home but I’ve got no real complications. People come to Alaska for a 5-day trip of a lifetime. I’ve got 14 days here in front of me and 56 behind.
My life is a Zac Brown Band song – minus ‘rolling a fat one’, body parts in sand, tequila and romance.
I spend every sunset in a plastic lawn chair; the ocean in front of me, campfire to my right and home behind. What kind of a jerk would complain when that’s going on?
The good days will end, until then I’ve got silvers on the Thorne and knife-wielding friends to talk fishing and poke campfires with.
Life is good today.
It’s always good to have you home, Jeff. Glad you got to have fun.
That homework stuff really does take a bite out of it, I know.