Fly Fishing Lifestyle in Salida, Colorado

Lightning flickers, casting distant peaks in occasional silhouette. Collar turned up, I sit with whiskey in gloved hands, wisps of breath rising,...

Lightning flickers, casting distant peaks in occasional silhouette. Collar turned up, I sit with whiskey in gloved hands, wisps of breath rising,...

The stream flowed, a succession of riffles interspersed with oxbow bends, meandering across hayfields green with the last cut of summer. The...

The first rays of light angled up the mountainside, bathing the trunks of the pines in a golden hue. On a level...

So far, so good—the day had proceeded according to plan. I’d left town early, hiked several miles into the mountains in the...

It seemed an appropriate way to celebrate the completion of my sixtieth journey around the sun. I’d rise early, head to the...

We paused to refuel and rehydrate at the foot of the final ascent towards the lake. A furrow in the snow among...

I cut a generous chunk of summer sausage from the log, sliced it in two again and handed him one of the...

The snow yielded softly underfoot as we walked up the steady incline of the pass. Ahead the dog ran free, following her...

Fire had swept through the landscape several years past, and the stream’s course was a tangle of deadfall that regularly turned navigating...

The river below me reflected the blood red of a dawn sky, the countryside through which it flowed still a formless indigo....