July 2012

Missing: 1 Lucky Fishing Hat

by Rebecca on July 17, 2012

in Fly Fishing

sage fly fishing visor

Where art thou fishing hat…

I grow rather fond of my fishing gear, irrationally so…

I have lucky flies, lucky hats, lucky shirts, lucky fly bags and lucky fly rods. I’m not sure if these things are actually lucky, but I grow attached to my gear. We — meaning myself and my gear — bond during time together on the water, collecting memories as we go.

I’m a sentimental fool that way.

I’ve been piling up gear for a trip to Yellowstone next week and I can’t find my lucky Sage visor which is (of course) the only hat I wanted to take.

If I give into my superstitious nature, I’d say this indicates some type of bad omen. A premonition of bad juju that will occur on the trip.

The lead voodoo consequence playing through my mind currently:
Missing Lucky Sage Visor = I’m Grizzly Bear Bait for sure.

 (Remember that prediction if I become a Grizzly Bear attack headline!)

For the life of me I can’t remember the exact location I last wore this specific hat. So if any of you are wandering the waters in Idaho, Oregon, Canada, or Montana and spot a lonely Sage visor on the banks, grab it for me.

If I survive Yellowstone without a Grizzly attack, we’ll set up a reunion.

Lucky Hats are priceless


Good Mountain Town Gone Wild

by Rebecca on July 9, 2012

in Outdoor Observations

Just your typical Amateur firework set off 10 feet from you…

I could write a book about Growing Up Garlock. The multitude of traditions, the many little quirks and family style occasions that mostly centered around the Outdoors that I grew up with and still live by. The 4th of July is one of those occasions where the Garlock tribe has always come together for good food and fun times.

Yay for Sparklers

Growing up, every 4th of July was spent camping in the mountains which meant usually I was only given a sparkler or two to light and hold safely over the campfire.

Sometimes other campers (that dared camp within the vicinity of a Garlock camp compound) would shoot off real fireworks and I can remember my elders grumbling about the morons that must want to burn down the forest.

Sparklers roasting over a campfire was actually a real treat in those days.

But about 10 years ago the Garlocks broke a 60 year tradition and found a small town, still in the Mountains of course, to celebrate their 4th of July.

I’ve tried to explain to the innocents who have never experienced a 4th of July in the small sleepy town of Garden Valley that for one night every year, there seems to be no such things as say, laws or even guidelines.

This man came prepared for the war zone

Civil disobedience is almost…expected. 

In the big city of Boise Idaho where I reside, a firework that ‘lifts off the ground’ is considered illegal and the cops WILL come for you if you shoot one off.

An hour away in a typically quiet mountain town, if your firework doesn’t lift off the ground at least 20 feet and threaten bodily harm to those around, it is considered rather boring by the watching mob.

I asked various family members what how they would describe this unique experience and this is what I got:

Cousin: Vietnam War

Aunt: WW3

Friend: Good Town Gone Crazy

Cousin: The War Zone

A Roman Candle Salute

In other words, it’s pretty crazy and all of us go with the full understanding that we will return to the late night campfire to assess the damage and tell our stories of how we got: Deaf ears, burns in various locations on our bodies, burnt eyes from all the debris, holes burned in our chairs and other various collateral damage.

Helmets are advised along with hand held rocket launchers and protective eyewear

We also talk about how it was a blast and we can’t wait to do it again next year.

I hope your 4th of July was exciting, injury free and full of amazing memories!

All photos by my daughter Kaitlyn ~ taken from behind the safety of her camera

Crowds are not a concern, neither are telephone wires…