I've been watching a western TV movie the last couple of nights "Broken Trail" and I enjoyed it, not just for the story, but the fabulous scenery. When I saw people flyfishing on the Snake River (?),I nearly started crying from homesickness. This western gal stuck in Chicago wants to go nack to her mountains and streams and, yes, do a little flyfishing again, but also birding, camping, photography, hiking and just plain sitting next to a campfire again and listening to the coyotes. Right now, I'd give a month's pay to see a Dipper working the rocks on a stream or just see a Sage Sparrow or Sage Grouse, Golden Eagle, mule deer or whatever. Guess you can take the gal out of the West, but they will never take the West out of this gal. Never.
