These days, i have to remind myself that I'm still new to fly fishing. From an early age, I was fortunate to be exposed to skiing, hiking and backpacking. I was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, so I'm no stranger to stunning mountains, water and fresh air. For years, I had a peripheral awareness of fly fishing and a slight curiosity about the sport - but it wasn't until this year that I finally decided to take my curiosity a step further.
In April, just as I was in a solid routine of running day and starting to get into rock climbing, I injured my ankle just in time for summer. In my frustration, I decided I needed a new project to tackle, something that would get me outside without requiring too much from my gradually healing ankle, and I landed on fly fishing. I've never been someone to do the bare minimum when I get excited about a project, so I wrote up a plan around hitting my goals and telling a story throughout the process.
Photo by C. Bowlin