Prior to my Belize trip in November, someone (that’s you Marlow) mentioned the term “journey proud” to me and it has resonated in my head a bit ever since.
With Andros fast approaching I am indeed, again, Journey Proud.
I had trouble getting to sleep last night thinking about flies and rods and leaders and reels.
I spaced on a commitment for my kid’s pre-school… something I just don’t do.
I have a general buzz in my head that certainly won’t cease until my first bonefish is released and swimming away. There is certainly a lot to do between now and then… I’m still watching for the UPS guy to show up with a couple of packages (one from Redington and one from Skinny Water Culture). I just made sure my Patagonia pants and my Skinny Water Culture shirt were washed. I want to make sure I have a little ziplock in my flats pack that has some TP in it… to clean my Costa’s (I’ll be taking a new pair of Fantails – not on their site yet – on their first saltwater trip) when they get a little salt spray on them). There are still a few odds and ends to pick up from the store… but I’m getting there.
The rods for the trip are my new Rise 8 wt. (thanks Amanda) and two loaners from Redington, a 7 and 10 (thanks Kara). The reels and lines are a little more up in the air, but I expect it all to get sorted by the time next Friday rolls around.
The good news is my two Cliff boxes are pretty much full. I’m still tying, for some reason. We have a full house all next week involving two adults and three kids as guests, some of whom will be sleeping in the room I use for tying, so… good thing I’m ahead of the curve on filling up those boxes.