July 11
The long-awaited trip to Montana for a flyfishing adventure came July 11. Bill Peterjohn and I boarded the flight in Pittsburgh after a 1 hr delay, arriving in Minneapolis with only 15 minutes to reach our next gate on the far side of the airport. I was glad I had been running quite a bit this past winter in spring, because it came in handy! We made the flight, and miraculously, so did our luggage. So this was clearly the quickest trip to Bozeman ever. We arrived shortly after 1 PM, got the rental car, bought some grocs, and were on our to Big Sky Dream, our home in the mountains.
No fishing on day one, but Kev and I were eager to hit a few of the green fuzzy spheres, so off we rode on bikes to the nearby community courts. What a way to start getting acclimated to altitude! Felt good.
Jamie arrived later in time for sumptuous pasta dinner, and the planning began for our first day on the river.
We decided to stay relatively close to home on Thursday and fish the Gallatin River outside the park, necessitating purchase of a Montana license.
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