Hit some tailwinds from the storms as the northern winds pressed down on us after a prolonged mildness in the atmosphere. It was lovely while it lasted. Heard some birdsongs along the way, ‘twas bittersweet as we know they are merely passing through aligned in their mission. As these winged migrants carry on with their great migration, I reeled in and landed a few rainbow trout from the Highlands boasting miles of outdoor wonders…what’s another fifty miles added onto two hundred miles to catch up with farmers and ranchers and take along some provisions.