Spent the weekend at Henry's Lake, Idaho, near the West Yellowstone border celebrating Matty's bachelor-hood. The wedding is mere days away.

I hadn't been in that area of the country since taking a NOLS course in Wyoming's Absaroka Range four years back. It was exactly as I remembered it.

Endless blue sky, stands of lodge poles, green foothills, dark water and large birds. Between various members of our party, a couple of Bald eagles were seen, along with some herons and osprey.

Also had the opportunity to play some serious whiffle ball (my reign as a whiffle ball pitching ace continues), enjoy some terribly unhealthy food and do some fishing, or at least casting, as I didn't have a single bite over two days, unless you count a run-in with a giant leech named Larry. That's probably for the best though; it's been years since I've fished and I was secretly happy I didn't catch one.

Note the lack of tension on the rod.