It was the best way to catch walleye in the Columbia.Have any luck?
It was the best way to catch walleye in the Columbia.Have any luck?
Heh. Was there the other week. Huge Cruiseliners there now.Bet you can't do that anymore.
What about Sturgeon? No pics with 6'ers?It was the best way to catch walleye in the Columbia.
In case you missed some of my comments on how I came to Texas.What about Sturgeon? No pics with 6'ers?
I couldn't express my feelings of freedom I had while I was traveling, it was one the most liberating experiences of my life.That's the first time I've heard that, easy. It sounds liberating in a sense but I'm sorry for the circumstances that brought you to it.
A friend of mine lost nearly everything he owned in the Camp Fire last year when his storage unit burned down while he was living in Europe. He said the feeling was terrifyingly liberating.
Wow... I knew you were a transplant but didnt know all the history behind your relocation. Awesome job sir, gotta get that mind funk out of your head. I know I went threw something similar 20yrs ago when my dad passed.I couldn't express my feelings of freedom I had while I was traveling, it was one the most liberating experiences of my life.
Yeah, I use to travel all over Oregon, Washington and Northern California, and many times when I came to a point and just stare down the road thinking "What would happen if I just kept going?" One day I woke up thinking about that. Knowing how unhappy I was, I told myself "screw it, I'm going to find out".Wow... I knew you were a transplant but didnt know all the history behind your relocation. Awesome job sir, gotta get that mind funk out of your head. I know I went threw something similar 20yrs ago when my dad passed.
Yeah, I hear ya. But, it did eventually lead me to the job of my dreams. Maybe not for the pay I would like to be making, but then I wouldn't trade this job for one I wouldn't like for twice the pay.Quit a job with an American company in Australia and spent the next year wandering 3/4 of the way around the world, often not sure where the next meal was coming from or where I would spend the night. All I owned was in a backpack.
While it wasn't due to a tragedy like your's, I have an appreciation for the liberation you felt.
It sure didn't make me feel better a few years later when I bought a washer and dryer and my muse could no longer follow my feet.
Your up early!Morning all...