July 29, 30, 31-August 1, 2001 I'm on the road again and in Deer Lodge, Montana found the nicest fabric store. I thought about my neighbor who quilts. She would love this two story shop. Inspired, I bought a pattern and some coordinating fabric to make a fly fishing wall quilt to commemorate my trip. (This …
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70 Days, 7000 Miles-Days 29, 30, and 31
July 23, 24, 25, 2001 My next stop was Ennis, Montana on the Madison River and a RV campgrounds. I got a campsite that was a treeless patch of gravel with a picnic table. I tried to put up my "cabana" ( an open tent top to cover the picnic table) but it was too …
70 days, 7000 Miles-Days 26, 27, 28
July 20, 21, 22, 2001 Big Sky, Montana and The Gallatin River. Time to stay put for a few days and do some fishing on the beautiful Gallatin River. This river is perfect for me, the inapt but earnest fly fishing woman. It's shallow and calm. I can easily wade in it and cast without …
70 Days, 7000 Miles, Day 22
July 16, 2001 Another day at the Cottonwood Campground on The Bighorn River. I'm the only woman in a man's world. They are all nice to me and want to know where I'm from and why I'm taking this trip. I was given a hammer to pound the stakes of my tent, an invitation to …
70 Days, 7000 Miles, Day 21
July 15, 2001 I'm set up in The Cottonwood Campsite in Fort Smith, Montana where the US Post Office is in the laundromat. You can fold your clothes and look at the wanted posters at the same time. And, when everything is finally all neat in your basket, you can buy some stamps and send …
70 days, 7000 miles, Day 19
July 11, 2001 I'm in Montana, one of my original destinations for this trip. I'm going to do some serious fly fishing here. But the day started out bad because I couldn't find the place to get a National Parks Pass. I wasted a lot of time. Somehow things finally turned out. I kind of …
70 Days, 7000 miles, Day 11
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 …
Mayfly-A Fly Fishing Woman’s Tale
I am reblogging this once more for two people I recently met who fly fish. When I was newly divorced and my kids were off to college I used to go to a place with a band every Friday evening with my single female friends. Heads up and stomachs sucked in, we pretended to …
The Autonomous Traveler 