July 3, 2001

It’s the second night in my Michigan campsite.  My plan for this trip has always been to head to Montana to do some fly fishing.  Last night I spent some time reading about mayflies. When I woke up this morning there was a mayfly on my tent. It was the first thing I saw when I broke into the outside world from the security of my sleeping bag cocoon. I believe in the significance and power of coincidences and I don’t take them for granted. Down to the water I went. The air was filled with the beautiful winged insects.  It was a mayfly hatch just like the one I had witnessed in the Adirondacks with Sharon. (“Mayfly, A Fly Fishing Woman’s Tale” blog post-June 19, 2018)  I looked to see if the they were mating but out of the hundreds there, I was only able to see one pair  engaging in procreation. I wondered if a hatch on the lake was different than a hatch on a river. I need to look that up.

I spent the day in town and visited an Ojibwe Native American Museum.  I talked to a woman who was amazed that I was traveling alone.  She was retired and wanted to go down south to visit some museums. She was hesitant because she, too, would be traveling alone.  After talking with her awhile I’m pretty certain I convinced her to do it.

It was a great day!