I was on my way home from a long day of fishing high-country cutthroat streams when a buddy called and asked if I was busy tomorrow.
“No,” I said. “Why?”
“You wanna go float the Green?”I agreed immediately, even though I was seven hours from the Green and it was already dark. If I drove through the night – with just a quick stop for a few hours of sleep in the truck – I’d be there in time.