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Been cutting way back on the calories lately, and not cooking a whole lot. I did splurge a little tonight though. Got a nice looking strip steak, a couple mushrooms and some green beans. Didn't feel like messing with the grill, so I pre-heated the oven to 500, and got my trusty cast iron skillet smoking hot on the burner. Cut that strip in half, salted it and threw it on the skillet. Got a good crust then flipped it over and did the same on the other side. Then, put a pat of butter on top and slid it into the oven. Sautéed the mushrooms in a dry pot, then deglazed with some Maker's Mark and added some minced shallot from the garden. Reduced that down then added a little pepper, cream and some butter. Got the steak out, set it aside and added the mushroom mixture to the screaming hot skillet and let it reduce some more. Pretty dang good!

Ha! Yeah, it's been crazy around here lately.

Bottling day. The cider had cleared and fermented to dry. I siphoned the cider off the sediment and added four cans of frozen 100% apple juice and one cup of brown sugar. This serves two purposes -- adds a little sweet, but also gives the remaining yeast something to eat in the bottle to produce the natural carbonation. I'm using 1-litre wire bail bottles. The nasty part of this hobby is all the cleaning you have to do to keep everything sanitized so you don't get spoilage or funky off-flavors. The worst of the cleaning is doing the bottles. I give them a hot, soapy water cleaning followed by a chlorine water bath. This little gadget hooks to a hose and helps a lot with the rinsing. Push down on the bar and water flows. Siphon off the sediment into the bottling bucket. In that is the melted frozen concentrate and the brown sugar dissolved in a little cider. Give it a good stir to combine the cider, concentrate and sugar. Then get ready to siphon the cider into the bottles. This little gadget goes onto the end of the siphon tube that goes into the bottle. Drop it in the bottle and the pin is pushed up and lets the cider flow. When the cider reaches the top of the bottle, lift it up and the flow stops. Pull out the tube and it leaves the perfect amount of head space. Finished product -- 17 liters plus the test bottle. The test bottle is about ⅔ full. By squeezing it I can judge the level of carbonation pressure building up in the bottles. When it gets pretty tight, I'll halt the fermentation through pasteurization. Should be within a few days.

The dog work is the best part a lot of the time.

Happened to be in the area, so I took a quick spin through Sheel's. Not much in the way of fly fishing stuff. Seemed kinda light on the sporting goods as a whole. I suppose it's an OK store, but I really don't shop that way very often anymore.

Hooked!

Was it the sun in her face, or the realization that it had been 38-freakin' years? Wonderful write up, as usual. Lot's of beautiful spots, food and fish!

Nice pics, nice trip! That's what I think of when I say 'God's country.' Just you and the boy, or did the girls come along too?

I'm loving this! Keep it coming!

Nah -- he's indestructible.

I found a slightly-used Vagabond several months ago and grabbed it. I'm about 230 (and falling) and feel like a little bigger would have been better. Haven't had it out on moving water yet, just the local lakes.

I really like Jaques Pepin. Classic French stuff, he's a perfectionist, and always talks about technique. I actually record his show. Tonight, I bought some kabobs on a whim. Tuna, pineapple, red onion and sweet pepper. Seasoned them with salt, lemon pepper and garlic powder. Did them on the indoor grill and topped them with a quick sauce I made from grilled cantaloupe, pineapple/orange juice, balsamic vinegar, honey, salt and pepper. Totally made this up as I went along. If I did it again I'd leave out the grilled cantaloupe, dial back the balsamic and finish the sauce with a knob of butter. The tuna needed some fat.

Crummy results this year. Tomatoes and peppers are just not producing. I've been getting a few things -- beans, onions, shallots. Pulled beets and carrots today. Not too bad, but certainly not what I usually get. First year growing group cherries. Fruits come in a papery husk, like a tomatillo. A bit of a hassle to open all those little buggers. No thorns on the plants and they drop to the ground when they're ripe. They're not very big, but have a very nice taste -- a little like pineapple. I'll do more next year, fo sho.

I find the little heart on the "like this" button a tad unmanly, but two thumbs up otherwise.

Well, today she sold me some good looking scallops. Sautéed in oil/butter, then set the scallops aside to make a an sauce. Tossed in a teaspoon or so of flour, deglazed with vermouth then added in some cream to finish. Served over toast points with some sautéed zucchini.

I'm kinda torn on camping vs. lodging. Not a big camper these days, but if that's what it takes to get to the right spots without a lot of extra driving, I'd do it. If we could find cabins with kitchen facilities closer to the action, I'd prefer to do that.The idea for this trip didn't come until about May, and the lodging choices were very limited -- especially around Yellowstone. I'd probably be smart to start getting lodging figured out for next year right now.

Yeah, I heard about that bear killing. Last I heard mamma and a cub are on death row. Second cub at large.

Had to be out of town last weekend for a funeral, and when I got back the cupboard was bare. So, I headed over to the store to see what my favorite fish monger had on hand. Brought home a couple nice crab cakes. I love crab, and most all seafood, but crab cakes can vary a lot. Over the weekend I had had a crab cake that was smooshed flat, breaded and browned too much. Just not good. The ones from the store were light, heavy on the crab, easy on the seasonings, and had a nice panko crust. Quickly pan-fried in butter and oil. Made a quick Sriracha mayonnaise, and had sauteed zucchini and onion on the side. Nice, light, dinner.

Amery, I've got a son on the spectrum -- high-functioning/Asperger's. I've got it pretty easy, comparatively. But because of that, I've gotten to know a lot of families who have kids with much greater needs. It's incredibly tough, but it can be done. It's normal to think you've got to tackle this all yourself, but that's not really the case. Don't be afraid to reach out. Family, friends, church -- there's help out there. Work on those relationships and nurture them. Give and you will receive -- unconditionally both ways. A lot of how things go in life is guided by what goes on in your own head. Faith will give you clarity, comfort and hope.

Leeks funny!

I love the lyrics, and that's a great one. The beginning of the song cracks me up too: 'In ancient times, hundreds of years before the dawn of history...'

No, the statue is a mystery.

Well, ness is into a new phase of life: where family vacations are mostly behind us now, and the kids are grown up enough they aren’t doing a whole lot that requires the parents around. That, and a loosening of the work policy disallowing more than one week of vacation at a time, made for the first 2-week vacation I’ve ever taken. This trip was to be just my 19 year old son Michael and me. The plan was to head west into Colorado, then up into Wyoming and back through South Dakota, doing as much fishing as we could (or wanted to), while taking in Rocky Mountain National Park, Grand Tetons, Yellowstone and Mount Rushmore. I didn’t want to mess with camping for that long, so we got set up in an eclectic set of cabins, hotels and motels for the stops we had planned. The first stop was Estes Park / Rocky Mountain National Park. We’ve been a number of times as a family, so we were pretty familiar with the layout. We stayed in a rustic cabin at Cascade Cottages, which is just inside the Fall River entrance to the Park. We’ve stayed with them a number of times and Richard and Grace, who run it, have become friends of ours over the years. Two of the nicest people you could possibly meet. They do everything the way they did it 50 years ago – hand-written reservation system, check or cash only. No TV, internet, phone or Wi-Fi, and no cell coverage. The cabin has what we call the “essential 6” – bed, shower, toilet, fridge, stove and heat – and nothing else. We spent a few days there, fishing some in the park with a few little browns to show for it, and also taking in the spectacular scenery RMNP has to offer. My son’s a big Steven King fan, so we had to hit the Stanley Hotel of course. Spent more time in Estes and less time fishing than I wanted, but hey – it's give and take that makes these things work, right? Saw tons of wildlife as we always do (elk, big horn sheep, marmot, turkey, mule deer). This big dude was laying in the grass next to the parking lot of a motel. It's perty up there! Our next stop was Saratoga, Wyoming where we planned to hit the Encampment and North Platte rivers. We stayed at the century-old Wolf Hotel, which turned out to be a happening place with a great restaurant and bar – which seemed out of place in such a sleepy little town. First day we headed out for the Encampment Wilderness/Hog Park area. We got pretty crossed up on the crappy, unmarked, Forest Service roads, but got some help from a couple ranchers right before I blew a gasket. First stop was the beautiful Encampment, a freestone river that runs north out of Colorado. Not much happening there so we gulped down some snacks and headed over to the tailwater of a small reservoir. Man, that was some great looking water! We started walking downstream so we could fish it back up with dries and droppers. Shortly into the walk I couldn’t resist cutting off to the left to check out a little side creek. Michael says, ‘Come on dad, that’s too shallow’, just about 10 seconds before the old man proved him wrong and hooked into a (relatively) nice fish. Well, we all know the dangers of walking along in the tall grass next to a stream, especially when you’re not focusing on your footing. While I was catching up to the fish I stepped into a side channel, and Michael couldn’t resist taking a photo. I submit it here so the OAF smart alecks have something to work with: But, I kept him on. We had a couple of fish out of the main channel – my best one came just as we were leaving. Unfortunately the camera got knocked off its settings, so the picture is blown. The next day we hired a guide out of Hack’s Tackle in Saratoga for a 10-mile float on the North Platte River. The first fish of the day was a nice rainbow that I horsed and lost. After he broke off he did three or four leaps out of the water with my tackle clearly visible dangling from his mouth. When I reeled in and inspected the tippet, I saw it had been rubbed flat – which I realized happened when I wrapped it around an overhead cable a few hundred yards back. My fault x2 on that one. The guide was too eager to point out how badly I had messed that one up, so I made a mental note to dock him a few bucks on the back end . Not a stellar day on that great river, but the catching was fairly steady. The guide was pretty good, and definitely worked his arse off. Next stop was Pinedale, Wyoming where we stayed in a nice little cabin that had a kitchenette (Log Cabin Motel). We were there to fish some of the creeks BilletHead had steered me toward in the Bridger-Teton National Forest. We were hungry so we grabbed a beer and a bite to eat at the Wind River Brewery. Those boys know how to make beer and cook too! I had an outstanding ESB and some cream of mushroom soup. After lunch we fished a really sexy looking little creek for a short time, but didn’t have much luck. After the long day in the drift boat the day before, Michael was a little petered out on fishing, so we took some time to get Michael’s casting straightened out. I had him press his elbow into his ribs and not bend at the waist. Next I relayed some of the best fly casting advice I ever got –think about it like you’re hammering a nail. Once I had his wildly-flailing arm tamed, and cured him of trying to will the line out by lurching forward and reaching out, I worked with him to get the pause and timing right on his backcast. It only took a couple of minutes, and it was so satisfying – for both of us – when that all clicked. Seeing his frustration melt away and be replaced by confidence and enthusiasm was priceless. The area around Pinedale is desert and mountains, with plenty of public land. We saw a golden eagle lift off with a prairie dog in its grip, lots of pronghorn antelope, some sage grouse (they’re big!) among other things. ...and plenty of cattle too. I had to convince some of them to move out of the way more than once! Before we left Pinedale I hit the Mountain Man Museum. Very nice museum with lots of good information and artifacts relating the men that went west from around 1820 to 1840 in search of fur (primarily beaver) to fill the need created by the beaver hat fashion back east. I'd recommend it if you're in the area. Next morning it was off toward our next stop – the Grand Tetons. We stopped in Jackson Hole for a bit, mostly to get something to eat and so I could check it off the list. It was a madhouse, and I wasn't really in the mood, so we hit the dusty trail pretty quickly. Up in the Tetons we stayed at Colter Bay Lodge on Jackson Lake. Our first day there was mostly checking out and photographing the magnificent scenery, though I did fish a little while Michael piddled around. Turns out there's only about four mountains in the Teton Range. Here's the big one: The following morning I roused the sleepy teenager early, determined to beat the big blob of lazy tourists rolling into Yellowstone mid-morning. This was our first time there, so we had to make the required stops. We sat with the masses waiting for Old Faithful to blow. When he finally did, the wind whipped it around and onto the crowd. My first few pictures look like steam from a big tea kettle, then the rest have mist and water on the lens. Old Faithful Inn is spectacular – spent a lot of time just wandering around marveling at the architecture and all-log construction. Then it was off to the falls and other areas for sightseeing and more photos. Along the way we pulled off at a neat-looking thermal area along the Firehole River. We walked on down to get some pictures – just like another guy was doing. Next thing I noticed, the other guy's gone and a park ranger is hot-footing it toward us. Long story short – we weren’t supposed to be there and I picked up a $125 ticket. I was a little miffed, because we never saw any signs even though the ranger insisted we walked past ‘several’. The ‘several’ turned out to be two: one in the parking lot that was knocked down, and another out in the field that was knocked down. I had seen the one in the field, but I just figured it meant don’t go stepping on steaming stuff. It was a Yellowstone speed trap. I stood the sign in the parking lot back up, because it didn’t look like Smokey was gonna do it. The $125 picture: Carrying on a family tradition at the Divide: After a couple days based out of the south side of the park, we moved over to the east side to Pahaska Teepee. That’s a neat little spot, just outside the park right on the North Fork of the Shoshone, that was originally of Buffalo Bill Cody’s lodges. Kinda of a neat place but, like Colter Bay, the cabins didn’t have kitchenettes. We had some cold food, we were tired of that and down to eating at the local, expensive, not-that-great restaurants. We both added Rocky Mountain Oysters to the life list. We did a horseback ride up into the mountains one afternoon, then wandered into Cody to check things out. Boy, that’s a true wild west town – a gunfight actually broke out right on the main street between Buffalo Bill, Annie Oakley, Calamity Jane, Doc Holliday and some bad guys. We strolled the main drag for a while and ogled the cowgirls. At BilletHead’s suggestion we stopped in to North Fork Anglers and met Tim Wade. A few others of you might know him since he’s a native Missourian. Good guy, and we had a nice chat. After that we settled in an all-you-can-eat prime rib buffet at the Irma Hotel. Burp. A couple fun people pics: The last evening we did the Buffalo Bill Cody Center of the West. That's an outstanding museum in Cody and I'd highly recommend it to anyone. Lots of artifacts, art, natural history stuff. I particularly enjoyed the large collection of Fredrick Remington, Charles M. Russell and N.C. Wyeth paintings. Lots of weapons on display, including several pieces from TV shows (such as Matt Dillon's six-shooter). Saw this along the way between Cody and Pahaska Teepee: Go figger? It kinda pains me to say we didn’t fish Yellowstone. Please refrain from telling me what a screw up that was. I know. I fished a little on the North Fork of the Shoshone, which ran right behind our cabin at Pahaska Teepee. I had been warned by a couple different people that there was a grizzly momma and cubs frequenting the area, plus a moose and a calf, so I was a little leery of fishing, honestly. Michael did catch a nice cuttie at the gift shop: The next morning we headed east from Pahaska Teepee through the Big Horns. Man, that is some spectacular country through there. And, along the highway for many miles was a really sexy looking creek. No time to fish, again, because we were on the long trip across Wyoming to get to Custer, SD. Custer State Park was another place I originally wanted to fish, but we were heading to the barn and just couldn’t bring ourselves to do it. We did a quick look-see at Mount Rushmore that evening, then did the 11-hour drive home the following morning. This was a great trip and I thoroughly enjoyed getting to spend that much one-on-one time with my baby boy. We saw a lot of stuff, and it really whetted my appetite for trips in the future. We both agreed a 10-day trip with fewer stops would be better. Now that we’ve got an idea what we like, what we don’t like and what we can skip, we’re ready to start thinking about next year. When I set this trip up, I knew we were packing a lot in. I didn’t want to camp for two solid weeks, especially with an antsy teenager along. We had a little cell coverage and a little Wi-Fi along the way, so the boy wasn’t totally cut off. But a lot of the areas we fished, or wanted to fish, are so much easier to get to if you’re camping nearby – rather than a 30-45 minute drive away in the nearest town. I guess you do it, learn, and then tweak it for next time, right? Already working on 2016. Hope you enjoyed.

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